Literature
Afraid
I've been struggling to make memories;
Moments for everyone around me to keep.
Not wanting to admit;
That I'm this small, finite thing.
Not this moment,
To which no one will cling.
I don't want to be unwanted,
Alone, and forgotten.
It's like being dirty;
Pushed aside, unseen.
Clawing at my skin;
Breaking it, bleeding it.
Desperate to crawl out of what I am,
This aimless, empty, shell-like thing.
I want to scream at people,
That I am still here.
But, I'm too afraid;
They'll reject me...
9-19-10 03:10