i can’t deny
how much i cry
i wouldn’t try
if i could
i hate all lies
of any size
i empathize
when i should
i cross the line
beyond benign
the steep climb
and the sheer crime
i felt so small and forgotten
the hope once present gone rotten
i felt so lost and behind
no matter how much i’d grind
i’d never be what i wanted
i set these expectations
in every situation,
if perfection wasn’t met
my reflection turned to dread
i then went into the woods
expecting to stay
but there time stood,
fading away
i felt trapped and alone,
surrounded by stalagmites and stones,
nothing to mend my broken bones,
shrinking as rapidly as i had grown
each day
was gray,
each day
i’d lay
awake with indelible doom
and the palpable gloom,
i didn’t know if i’d escape soon,
or if i’d drown in the lake that afternoon
the leaves covered me
the trees smothered me
i’d fallen to my knees,
unable to breathe,
physically weak,
unable to speak,
all i wanted was to be unique
and that led me somewhere
that turned into a nightmare,
my whole world become a death stare.
About the Creator
zoe frenchman
I’m Zoe, I’m 22, and I’m an aspiring writer, filmmaker, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m also an editor and content writer, graduating from Full Sail's Creative Writing BFA program in July.



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