The Looking Glass Volume 35 | Page 56

Go Away

Stephanie Menendez

You are silent, which hurts even more.

You whisper to me the troubles I must

carry.

You do not give to me:

no broken bones,

no scratches, no gashes.

“You look fine,” they say.

No one can see you,

but most feel the pain.

Go away.

I wanna run,

but to where?

I want to be free from all my troubles

and worries.

Go away.

What caused this pain?

Please leave me alone.

I can’t focus.

Get out of my head!

You take over,

Stress, why do you do this to me?

Capacity

Alyssa Tandingan

A cup,

half empty.

I drink,

and I overflow.