Wallflower
The perks of being a wallflower
I don’t know what they are
to be invisible
angry and feel so alone.
So angry
So critical
Trying to control
my environment
make it fair again.
It’s not fair…
Oh, why can’t it be fair?
I’m burning my bridges
guarding my walls
but still I don’t want to let you go
I don’t want to lose you
I don’t want you to leave
like the others
and I don’t want you
to forget me
We’re all here
for a reason.
I just don’t know
what that reason is, yet.
Like nerves and neurons
we are all connected.
Touching like branches
of a tree
connected
to the trunk
of the tree of life.
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AmaraTheWarrior
Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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