The Story Why

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This is a poem I wrote a while ago to try and sort out my thoughts... and it actually turned out quite good. Any advice or criticism would be appreciated.

Submitted: June 03, 2018

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I’m shaking;

Gasping;

Heaving for breath

As tears

Run

Down

My

Face

And I

Don’t.

Know.

Why.

And I’m out of control and I can’t catch my breath and I hate my own tears and I just can’t stop and they ask me what's wrong and stare at my tears and I

Just.

Don’t.

Know.

 

But maybe,

Later,

I can figure it out.

Why I’m

Shaking;

Gasping;

Heaving for breath

As tears

Run

Down

My

Face

Maybe It’s because

Of a whisper of a thought

That marks.

Me.

Different.

Because what if

What if

What if

 

 

I am smart?

And what if

What if

What if

I am not

?

And what if

What if

What it

fit in?

So I’m

Shaking;

Gasping;

Heaving for breath

As tears

Run

Down

My

  Face

Because I’m tired,

So tired

Of labels

Like smart, and dumb,

And bright, and stupid.

And because I’m afraid, afraid

Deathly afraid

Of

Being smart,

And bright,

different.

So I’m

Shaking;

Gasping;

Heaving for breath

As tears

Run

Down

My

Face

 

 

 

 


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