Photo by Molly Zofia
I don’t feel like myself anymore
On the curb side of a dream
Looking back over my shoulder
At the girl I so wanted to be
Glimmering, pure and
Blessed by Venus
Only disillusioned by my
Grazed knees on concrete
Eyes filled with fallen stars
Reflecting faces- so briefly-
Of all the people
I have lost myself in.
I am a party
That no one wants to
Be seen attending
“We don’t have to tell
Anyone about us if
We’re just having fun.”
Smashed glass on the floor as I leave
Silenced by an
Asphyxiating sadness
Riding home in your car
And trying not to cry
“You know,
I don’t really get
Why you’re being like this.”
Kindergarten 