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Halfway House

Poetry By: Skye Bagshaw


Submitted:May 14, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

All this confusion, all these blurs,
Can't believe I live in this world,
All these insults and slurs
Making my shyness unfurl,
Sick of being pushed and hit
Over and over, day in day out,
All these debates and politics
Turn into arguments that make me want to shout
Sick of being the halfway house
To your nightmares,
I'm not your Genie or Spouse
And I have my own scares
Day in day out
Going round and round
Never getting smaller or going out
And making too big a sound
Guess I'm the girl with all the situations
You all turn to me
For answers and resolutions
But can't you see
I'm as ordinary as can be?
It's too much work for one person
It turns my insides to mush
And my guilt worsens
When I'm having to do everything,
It's too much
Just not happy anymore,
Sick of those closest not knowing me
Thought we'd made a connection
But they're still the same everyday
And yet there is still affection
A big world full of people
And yet I feel so alone
Everything is so bold and purple
I'm confused and on my own,
All those questions in my head
Will never go away
Like my thoughts, I want to be dead
And there's nothing I can say
Because nobody is there
Or they don't care
In a different place,
It's not my fault,
Don't blame me, I'm not wrong
'Cause I'm weird, it's just not being the same
And I've always been this way
In a way it makes it harder
For me to say who I am
But then I just ignore the question
And get up and dance


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