I’ve always wanted to be the star of the show. It might sound narcissistic but, honestly, being the main focus of everything always felt really good and right—like it was meant to be for me. Growing up I had everything to make it possible for me to stand out: the personality, the charisma, what my teachers called the ‘spark’, the talents, the easygoing nature, etc. So, it was never hard for me to fit in anywhere and always have massive crowds of people after or with me at all times. Continue reading “Music Turned Into Writing: I don’t want to be you anymore”
It gets louder and louder—the pain, I mean.
I wonder: how?
How can it be possible for a physical sensation to get louder with every second that passes?
I don’t know. But it just keeps getting louder.
Every scream and profanity just keeps getting louder.
The toxic masculinity that rolls off his tongue continuously stabs my poor heart and damages the loving memories that I had of him.
She can only respond with a soft, almost broken “lower your voice.”
The pain resonates throughout the entire house and as much as I’d like to cancel it out with my bedroom doors that usually keep all bad things away, it just gets louder and louder.
And then the noise stops—so does my heart. Continue reading “And It Only Gets Louder”
“Broken little girl”
In the sand near the ocean,
Sits a girl that I once knew;
A girl that I used to see,
As if she needed something new.
I thought she needed help, Continue reading “‘The Beauty Behind Poetry’s Depth’ Series: Part 4”