Warning: Possibly Triggering – Libraime Lifestyle

poem: “i am sorry”

I’m sorry
for doing you wrong.

I’m sorry
for all that went sour.

I’m sorry
for putting you out of your comfort zone.

I’m sorry
for all that I did.

I’m sorry
for being a bitch.

I’m sorry
for always doing wrong.

What did I do wrong?
I always ask,
I always wonder,
but I never know.

I’m sorry
for all this shit.

I’m sorry
for trying to be,
more than I thought I could be.

I’m sorry that I never know.
I’m sorry that I’m a mess.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be my best.

I’m sorry
for inviting you.

I thought that we could have some fun.
But that’s not how it worked out.

I’m ranting now.
I’m freaking out now.
I’m crying now.

And once again,
here I am,
left to doubt myself,
once again.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
i’m sorry for who I am

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poem: “summer and me”

Summer breeze,
I start to freeze,
I only displease,
resulting in this summer tease.

Summer cloud,
it starts to get loud,
I can’t stand the crowd,
my parents, oh they’re not proud.

Summer view,
I wish I knew,
I’m not brand new,
it’s all untrue.

Summer sun,
after all I’ve done,
it’s only just begun,
and it certainly hasn’t been fun.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
i don’t like the summertime

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poem: “caged rage”

I can’t identify,
only one reason why
I am forced to turn a blind eye.

I’m confined to my chain,
I start to strain,
my anger swirls like a hurricane.

I can’t get free,
she’s stinging like a bee,
I’m withering away into a nobody.

She wants to control,
I’m as helpless as a tadpole,
wanting to hide away in a hole.

Despite all my rage,
I am still just a rat in a cage.
I want to disengage,
but she keeps going on a rampage.

Not a child anymore,
but definitely not an adult,
it’s getting quite sore.

I’m sick of all this shit,
she’s such a bitch.
I can’t wait to escape,
while she watches with a gape.

-Minah H.
despite all my rage, I’m still just a rat in a cage (inspired by “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” by The Smashing Pumpkins)

poem: “dragged out of bed”

I was dragged out of bed,
at 3 AM,
with an anger that
no unsuspecting teenager
should ever face
from their lover’s guardian.

I was dragged out of bed,
at 3 AM,
yanked from my slumber,
and dragged by my arm,
up to see him
staring down at me.

I was dragged out of bed,
at 3 AM,
with a deep fear,
boiling in my belly,
and sent home
in haste,
and in fear,
I obeyed.

I was dragged out of bed,
at 3 AM,
and with a now deeply set fear,
I drove home alone,
in the dark,
barely awake,
away from my love,
away from the one I hold dear.

-Minah H. (yours truly)
it wasn’t a happy night