Not like it is anything new, but lately I have been walking on glass. I am tired and cranky and freezing. My shadow, though it follows me still, seems to be disappointed in me for some reason; it won't stand up straight. And I don't know what I did. The only thing I'm guilty of is being an underage drinker, and a naive child. But, really, isn't that forgiveable? No? Dammit, why not? Why must you haunt me in my sleep, in my classes, and even when I sit down to eat? Every face, every voice, every smell; it is all the same. Everyone is all the same. Everyone is you.Birth sign: Aquarius
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