Brianna Rodriguez
I’m not okay.
I’m not correct.
I’m wrong.
Once again
I made a mistake.
That’s not allowed.
Sinking into the quicksand
while bees buzz in my head
reminding me of all I did wrong.
Take it away:
this pain,
this memory.
I wish I never did it,
make me not have done it.
But I can’t change it,
so I’m stuck with this feeling and
I don't know what to do.
Get it out.
I’ve learned my lesson now.
I claw at my brain
trying to free myself from the pain.
Even when I forget it my heart still aches.
I still slouch and it still covers me:
The green veil of disappointment,
Lift it up and you’ll see a shell of who I once was.
I’m no longer there.
I hide in my shell and I refuse to come out because
I can't bear to face anyone anymore.
They can’t see me like this.
Quicksand