I am more than you know—
the feelings I never show
to anyone.
They don't need to be known
and no one will respond to every single thing that fascinates me
but I don't want them to. So it's okay;
It's okay when no one cares;
It's fine that people get annoyed
or ignore. But
sometimes the things inside of me
are things I haven't learned how to express but desperately want to
that scream silently in my soul without words, without relief
without the confidence to expel them.
And I don't know how to
beat them into submission, to
chop the nebulous ideas into bite-sized pieces
that are still true. It's
exhausting. My skin crawls into crevices where it doesn't belong
and sits there useless.
About the Creator
Alicia McAlpine
Fangirl, journalism student, chronic overthinker. Who knows what I'll write about next?
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