Daily Envisions

Copyright Tara

I go through my day, trying to be happy by the end. When school arrives, I think how can anyone begin to understand. If they can’t comprehend? I wish I could tell them how I feel, how I work, how I see things. Oh, how I want to tell them. But who would listen? When everyone sees me as a bad influence, a nuisance, a problem. My heart is a constant faucet, leaking feelings, emotions and worries unto nothing but paper. My mind tells me to believe things I don’t want to. It’s nobody’s fault but mine. My hands are weapons and they hold my life within their grip. This, you see, scares me. For I can’t always put the safety on them and one day, everything may slip.


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