I wear threads that carry my soul, stitched from memory,not reprimands. I wear what let's me breathe,feel whole, not what a room of mirrors demands. Why must fabric dictate the shape of a life? Why must a spectrum of colour divide? Why does a hemline cause years of strife to a body that only wants ...Read more

Krystal
Young writer!βοΈ Hoping for a future career in english/writingππ Achieving top grades!
I'm a people pleaser all the time, unable to make up my mind I'm a different person every time On days when I feel wrong I never know where I belong I know I should put myself first But deep inside, it hurts People seek their diagnosis But I didn't even have to try I didn't even try to lie I was ...Read more
I grew up with a big family. That seemed to shrink. Addiction and fights. My family was never just "alright" Nobody ever understood social cues. My family was just holding on. And I was the glue. Although they never told me the truth. They couldn't protect my youth. I always wondered why my family...Read more
The pilot at the airport. Was trusted, no doubt thought. When he takes flight! Itβs often on the brisk of night. His face covered with a frown. Acting as if he ruled the town, wearing a crown. He may seem like a creep. But I am sure his voice will drift you off into a sleep. You may think that he ...Read more
I walked in the freezing snow. The truth slowly began to show. I believed your lies. Each one that lies behind your evil eyes. You ignored my cries. Kept the truth aside. Thinking I'd never truly realise. Until my love for you died. I kept my hands by my side. Avoiding your bitter touch, which fol...Read more
As a child, I was always told I was very understanding. But far more outstanding. I never put much thought into that Until I realized how quick that seemed to pass. My childhood was pretty rough. I never felt as if I had done enough. However, I remained pretty tough. No matter how much it hurt with...Read more