poems anonymous

it’s all around me. i feel it. i don’t know what it is.   it follows me in circles. i see it.  it’s somewhere, but everywhere. it watches me like prey. i hear it.  it’s up, down, left, right.  it’s listening, hanging on every word. it never leaves. it’s haunting me.

i don’t know where I am,  but I know i’m stuck here. i can’t move, and there is no one here. no rights, no lefts. no ups, or downs.  just a bubble around me. everyone is outside they live, they breathe. but i am stuck here.  in nowhere, in my mind.

  I want to be appreciated.   Everyone does.   It's easy to burnout and lose motivation when there is nothing to hold   you up.     To teachers, I am one of 30.  To friends, there's always someone else.   To my family, I am just average.   My family says they "appreciate" me, but they don't show it.    I give all of myself to everyone daily.  When work is done, I'll appreciate my small pat on the back.  At least delinquents get noticed.    Appreciation isn’t for holidays or report cards.   Appreciation is for every day, a way to say,  “You are valued, we care about you. thank you.”  

  No one realizes they are growing up until they already have. You notice things you wouldn’t have noticed before. You see things in the people whom you used to idolize, and that makes you realize they are human too. You realize that while you were growing up, they were, too.

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  Dancing on the street. It's dark outside, we should be at home.  But we dance. It's cold and rainy, we should go inside.  But we dance.  Dancing in a field.  It's muddy, we should stay clean.  But we dance. There are bugs everywhere, we should use repellent.  But we dance.  Dancing on the edge It’s high, we should get down.  But we dance.  It's dangerous, we should be more careful.  But we dance.  We still danced.

  When I look at the trees, I see myself.   I see an eternal stillness of just being.   The trees see everything.   Sunrises, sunsets.   The tree is still standing tall  Trees grow, and trees change.   But the roots are always there.   The tree stands tall, even in the highest rates of deforestation.   The tree is calm but strong.  I want to be a tree. 

  She was misunderstood. Society only saw her one way. And that was who she was. But one day, she went on a walk outside. It was a very cold day, and not a soul would be seen outside. Women aren’t supposed to walk outside on a day like this. Women should be inside. But when she walked outside, everyone saw her.  One man in particular thought she was crazy, who would want to go outside on a day like this? The man thought that if people saw her doing this, then other women would think they could do that too. This would have big changes in the town’s very structure. This scared the man. He had to get rid of her. So he burned her at the stake.

  “As I sat upon a throne I never wanted, wearing a crown soaked in blood I had no choice but to spill, a single tear ran down my face. A tear for the little kid who just wanted to be in a fairytale.”