Warriors in Skinny Jeans and Band Tshirts
You couldn't hear it at first
It slowly bubbles up from inside
It grows
The boisterous thunder rattling your bones
Only you can hear it
Faces that mean nothing stare back at you
A reflection that means nothing stares back at you
You are alone
Heart racing, head pounding
Doubt
Uncertainty
You have to do it
Get up, Get up, GET UP!
This is no life to live
Make it stop
This poem is about:
Me