Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic

Trigger Warning for cutting and suicide. Fives Secrets lurk behind my eyes But you can’t see past my lies You’re my best friend But you can’t see when I pretend You think I love big shirts It’s really to hide all my hurts From both my mother and I You don’t know I cut when…

Baby Michelle was Melodramatic

Finding You Screams of poison terror Rip my heart asunder I’m groping around in the darkness But I can’t find you The insidious drops of water Falling all about me Sound to me of tears Scorching down your face Tearing and scrambling I try to get to you Hard stone and cold truth stop me…

Baby Michelle was Melodramatic

It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Dream Girl With unfocused eyes she stares at her paper, As people talk, about do her…