desperate to be heard

desperate
desperate for adult interaction
desperate to be heard
i share my thoughts with him
only
to have him
wad them up in a ball
& hurl them back at my
head
my heart
my soul
…crash

this may be weird…or maybe not, but whenever i touched my pen to the page to draw the lines of my face, i started crying.
drawing pain.
i used a mirror. i don’t usually use a mirror. but i needed to see where the lines fell.
those lines made me cry.
there is a lot of pain
in the lines of my face.

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Author: emje

oh! i know who i am now i am sad & silly i am fierce & fantastic i am passionate & magical i am a fucking unicorn

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