Anxious thoughts constantly run through my head
I try to escape the anxiety.
Each day tends to leave me consumed with dread
I'm unlike the rest of society.
My home brings me joy and comfort each day
I know I'm safe here, I am unafraid.
I gather what the others all must say
But at home, I will never be dismayed.
My comfort is quirky, I know, I know,
but I'm happy in my home every day.
People don't understand my status quo
"You need to go outside" they always say.
But I'm always comforted in my home.
Home is the only place I love to roam.
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Emilie Turner
I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!
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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.
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