Submissions by applepieand_books
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about whatever speaks to me. Whether that be nature, an emotion, or even just a silly thought from the insane hours of the night.
Loving Myself Is...
Loving myself is looking in the mirror
And loving what I see.
Loving myself is dancing horribly
Out of excitement and not scolding myself for it.
Loving myself is black nail polish and
Not giving a crap what anyone else thinks.
Loving myself is shorts and a bikini top
And feeling comfortable and confident.
Loving myself is reading a book on a
Rainy day with a cup of hot tea.
Loving myself is forgiving myself,
And not trying to carry the weight of the world.
Loving myself is… hard.
I’m getting...
And loving what I see.
Loving myself is dancing horribly
Out of excitement and not scolding myself for it.
Loving myself is black nail polish and
Not giving a crap what anyone else thinks.
Loving myself is shorts and a bikini top
And feeling comfortable and confident.
Loving myself is reading a book on a
Rainy day with a cup of hot tea.
Loving myself is forgiving myself,
And not trying to carry the weight of the world.
Loving myself is… hard.
I’m getting...
#happiness
#courage
#SelfWorth
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Communication Struggles
I try not to be the
Problem, my needs
I try to erase.
I’m always expected
To be the “Good Child”,
So I always try to obey.
When I need someone to
Talk to, I simply don’t reach
Out. It’s hard for me to do that,
I’m convinced I’m not allowed.
I hate when people yell, because
It sparks anxiety. When people
Get angry, I think it’s because of me.
So I stay in my little bubble, filled with
Glass and yet; if you don’t look closely,
You can’t see I’m a wreck.
Problem, my needs
I try to erase.
I’m always expected
To be the “Good Child”,
So I always try to obey.
When I need someone to
Talk to, I simply don’t reach
Out. It’s hard for me to do that,
I’m convinced I’m not allowed.
I hate when people yell, because
It sparks anxiety. When people
Get angry, I think it’s because of me.
So I stay in my little bubble, filled with
Glass and yet; if you don’t look closely,
You can’t see I’m a wreck.
#FeelingTrapped
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