Love is an action, not just words

I tend to hear people say they “love me” 

 But they hardly ever call

They say they “love me” 

But they never want to meet up 

They say they “love me” 

But aren’t there for me

I see the action of avoidance

Not love.

I see them make effort for someone else

But not for me.

Is this a glitch?

Why am...

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My reflection doesn’t tell my story yet I still feel as though it defines me

When I look,

 I see my flaws

I see mistakes

I see problems

Looking at others I see so much beauty

They have the perfect clothes

Perfect hair

Perfect face

Perfect body

Maybe it’s just a facade but it seems so real

Pushed on me is the pe...

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When will it go away?

The pain in my chest

Pain in my stomach

Pain. 

It’s repetitive and never stops

It creeps up on me like bugs

Stings like a wasp

Bites like a mosquito

And leaves, taking a small part of me

Some say it’s a part of life 

Maybe I don’t want that

If this is life 

Maybe I don’t want any p...

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I don’t want to be seen

I don’t want to be perceived

I wish I could go anywhere and be invisible.

People are everywhere

Eyes are everywhere

They’re all living their own lives but why do I feel as though mine is being watched?

As though they’re looking for a mistake in me

Is my hair messy?

Is my outfit mismatched?

Do I walk wei...

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