It's tentatively called "Look Away".
Look Away
Trapped again, suffocating
In a world that’s deprecating
Pillows meant for crying into
Doors meant to run through
Disappearing out of sight
Blending in, camouflage keeps me safe
In this twisted, muddled place
Standing out is not a choice
When you hardly have a voice
Even when you scream
Look away, there’s nothing to be seen
In a girl who lives behind a screen
Removed and distant from your world
A stranger, who’s shy when you are bold
Because she can’t seem to speak
Whispered insults haunt me as I sleep
Motionless, until I take the leap
And start another day
No matter what they say
I’ll keep trying.
2006-09-20
12:20:35
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It's not about me exactly, more a combination of myself (my shyness, even though I'm not "in a shell") and a few people I know.
2006-09-20
12:30:51 ·
update #1
Also, I write quite a lot. Like most of my poems, this was the product of a certain mood. In this case, feeling removed from the world.
2006-09-20
12:31:53 ·
update #2
In the first stanza, when I said "Doors meant to run through" I meant to say "Doors meant for me to run through."
Sorry.
2006-09-20
12:36:59 ·
update #3