So far, I haven’t published a poem just as I’m writing it, but right now it seems fitting. When I post this - even if only the moderator sees it - I won’t be invisible any longer. And that is a happy feeling indeed.
Am I Here?
I’m sitting here
Slowly drifting in and out
One moment I’m perfectly visible
The next - I’m gone
Is it possible to know if you’re really there or not?
Sometimes the feeling stays for hours
Some times it goes away
Sometimes I have to scream and shout it seems to be seen
To scream - to be seen
But it’s not the kind of visibility you would assume
No, no
It’s the emotional kind
Not speaking for days
Not leaving the house for days
Why am I wearing this necklace?
The rest of me is a mess..
I should give up and slide back under the covers
And become truly invisible
About the Creator
Daisy Florence
Hi - I'm Daisy. I'm an amateur poet and I have a lot of feelings to express. Have a little read and let me know what you think of my writing!
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What I Really Want
(I've been trying not to leave such big gaps between each line but it's really difficult with the format that Vocal sets out. I will leave this poem a little gappy today.) I wrote this poem in a bad place. A few years ago now. My job was becoming more and more stressful and I was still living with my parents who I haven't always seen eye-to-eye with. I was feeling like I just needed to get away from it all. I felt like I couldn't be loved back in a romantic or platonic sense. I felt like I didn't deserve my family or friends. I was completely worthless to myself and even to this day I still feel it a little. This poem got to me and I had to write it all down - what I was feeling in that very moment. Needless to say - I felt much better afterwards.
By Daisy Florence4 years ago in Poets
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