Gali

Gali

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • For you?

    Is my shirt

    Too short

    For you?

    Is it

    Too revealing

    For you?

    Is it

    Too tight

    For you?

    Is it

    Too low cut

    For you?

    Should I

    Change

    For you?

    Cover

  • Writing With A Knife

    I write with a knife

    It cuts into my heart

    Spilling it onto the paper

    My emotions

    My thoughts

    Painted with blood

    Once I start

    There is no stopping

    I bleed

    Begging for someone

  • My Mind Is...

    My mind is a car

    On a highway

    Racing

    Zooming

    Going faster and faster

    My mind is a plane

    In the air

    Full of chatter

    Zipping across the sky

    My mind is a train

    On a track

  • How to drown

    I learned to swim

    When I was young

    I learned

    Freestyle

    Breastroke

    And butterfly

    Now here I am

    Years later

    And all I know

    Is how to sink

    How to drown

    How to go deeper

  • To Be a Girl

    To be a girl

    Is to constantly live

    With the knowledge

    That people think

    You are worth nothing

    To be a girl

    Is to be on guard

    At every second

    And never ever

    Let it down

    To be a girl

Loves

  • Too much

    I am 13

    I am in 7th grade.

    I like school. Most of the time.

    I am quite good at school.

    I'm in all the advanced classes offered. 3 years ahead in Math, 3 years ahead in my English vocab, and on the hardest History track.

  • I’m sorry

    I’m sorry that I wasn’t the rings to your Saturn,

    because Saturn had cracked into two;

    I’m sorry that I slipped salt into your sugar,

    yet your sugar was bitter, I cried too.

    I’m sorry that you never learned to care,

  • Somebody

    Everybody has somebody — the person who is their everything and whom they never want to go without. 

    It could be for a long time or a short time, a moment or an age. 

  • Shrouding My Differences

    Almost every day I wear a hoodie.

    To hide a part of me that I can’t escape.

    It shrouds my difference from the world.

    So that I can seem normal.

    So I can fit in.

    So that nobody can pick on me about it.