I'm posting this, because there might be someone who's ever felt this way.

I wrote this a long time ago, in a notebook. When I was writing in it yesterday for homework, I found it. It's very metaphorical and dark (probably one of the darkest ones I've written). I constantly find these random poems (ramblings?) and I just feel like it won't do any good staying where it is. I'm learning to love myself (and my dreams) these days...drama included :)

I am judged

As you dry up everything I like about myself

And leave the faults

I'm left with my faults

I am loved

Under a microscope that searches me for anything you dislike

I'm staring into your eyes

Interrupted

Unconfident

Breaking like a glass that shines unpure

Here you go, here's my skin

You can take what you see

but leave my soul

It's desperate

This calling

That haunts me when I dream

I know I'm not

good enough for it

Thank you for reminding me.