Since I was young I’ve gotten lost in my own thoughts, and my conscience became my worst enemy.
I find myself always alone shut out from the world 'cause it feels as if my no one is there for me.
For years, i cried out for help i’ve been drowning in my own depression and always tried to keep afloat.
As I got older I turned to my only escape from the world and I began to heavily smoke.
The substance helped a little to ease the pain and torment I went through as a child.
Inside I’m still so broken, but i’m force to still walk with a big smile.
For 19 years I felt much hurt and pain by someone i loved but the love had died.
Hopefully, as time continues to go on I heal from these wounds and close this chapter in my life.
About the Creator
Jasamine
A Haitian-American Poet 🇭🇹 🦋
19 years old
Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
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