Everything is gone,

But snow white memories,

And silent, hushed screams.

I'm stuck.

Hiding in the bathroom,

Afraid to stand up,

Because even though I've changed,

People still judge me.

They still remind me,

Why I am so uncomfortable in my own skin.

So I'm stuck.

Here.

I'm stuck with me.

I see the A,

On the paper filled with compliments,

Single spaced,

Helvetica 14pt.

I see a symbol,

A gold star on my conscience.

I'm doing okay,

But it's just a letter.

A foreign letter,

And I want to translate it.

I want to prove to my self,

That I'm more than mentally ill.

That the 2.1 GPA

That defined my struggles,

Last time.

For the last time.

I'm a gold star.

I'm already a gold star.

Most

Often

Time

Is

Valued

After

Truly

Impeding

Our

Notions

I have a tremor,

And it’s none of your business.

Heres your damn coffee.

Have a nice day.

_____,

Such irony scrapes my teeth,

And escapes my tongue.

I simmer away,

Forgotten.

Or something.

Listen to the salty tears that burn her face,

As she hides,

From the silence that makes her skin crawl.

The aching,

Emptiness,

Deep down inside.

That nothing matters,

And no one cares.

One day her tears will fade,

As she wont hide any longer.

I started to panic cry.

That cry,

When you're so overwhelmed with uncertainty,

Riddled with discomfort,

You shake a bit.

And your jaw keeps clenching,

Like your grip on the bouy,

Trying to stay afloat.

Everyone's excited for your success,

And you're afraid of your failing.