Poetry
Crowded

Walking alone... Not always easy

Standing alone... It's not always fun

Sleeping alone... Yet my mind is busy

Being alone... But I'm not the only one

It's so crowded in here

I'm bullied by fears

They drop it in gear

As more soon appear

Let's bring up this crap

Let's make her like trash

We love to harass

And stab in the back

Let's spit in her face

What a pathetic disgrace

You call that a boldface?

Darkness we'll embrace

You know what? I'll be really honest with you. When you were of that age, you had no clue, but you knew, of all the mistakes that you did. Instead of being bold, you closed up and hid. So let's rid, any of these happy thoughts. That you think your little good deeds have bought. Because of that, you cursed your hand, and all you've planned, your life is banned.

But I refuse that.

Fix that face. Fix that smile.

Fix that attitude for a while.

Move forward and don't look back

Cut yourself some needed slack

Stop bullying yourselves.