August 14th, 2024
I am who I am
Because they made me this way
How many times
Did I fail to break
Fractured and bruised
They still call me broken
When I tell my story
They call me outspoken
I pick up the pieces
I grow from the pain
I’ve built up the walls
Now they think I’m insane
Protected from the past
It’s not a bad thing
Because I got my power back
From those who left me with nothing
July 14th, 2024
So many dreams recently
I wish to forget
I’m living a nightmare
In a life of regrets
After my nap yesterday
I’m using a night light again
Held down in my bed
The bad dreams don’t end
Then I woke up in bed
But I was still asleep
A haunted apartment
With things that creep
Pinching my arm
Yelling at myself to wake
And even while resting
I can’t catch a break
April 1st, 2024
I confess, I’m a mess
Most days I don’t even get dressed
The gears turning in my head
Filling with things unsaid
I took a break from sharing thoughts
I didn’t want to get caught
Unbeknownst to what occurred
I broke down like once before
Holding my breath
This is life or death
Doll Poetry 