She's In The Way
I'm Making Plans

There's a hole in the yard
where the swings used to be
Like my heart, it shows scars
from a life that has teeth
On the subway downtown
I smile at people I meet
Inside I wear a frown
as they step on my feet
Everyone I could call
they don't remember my name
Don't recall me at all
though they say, I'm the same
Guess that I've been replaced
by the next one in line
I feel like a waste of space
like I've wasted my time
I've been so many people
and I'm bound to create more
Like a thread needs a needle
who I am is a blur
A bundle of letters, tucked away in a drawer
a series of moments, I've never seen before
Some days I wonder, what the hell it's all for
but people pleasers never choose when to open those doors
I failed at love
and that was my crime
When push came to shove
it was my alibi
I melt like a candle
into everyone else
I'm more than you can handle
I can barely handle myself
I should be kept locked away
until you've uncovered a plan
That helps mold the me
that you can hold in your hands
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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