Warriors in Skinny Jeans and Band Tshirts

Thu, 10/06/2016 - 12:05 -- EmmaM

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

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