
December 19, 2017 — PJ Secluded
Corners
the corners varied
some in new houses
some in sheds
others under desks
paint could be chipped in one
bleeding with red hues in another
corners
just corners
my corners
I owned them
in all areas
all houses
I always found the corner
my back against the wall
I watched
and forgot
I forgot about a world
of normal souls
I struggled against the
vanilla laughter
and easy cheer
I sat
I stood
but the very ones
I hid from
knew where to find me
they called me unstable
and even insane
my back to walls
my face blurred
to the hurried world
I lost myself
I lost acceptance
my disability became
my betrayal
naked with clothes
they laughed
at my exposure
my attempts
became
battles
corners
everywhere
even in circles
I could always find the corner
I couldn’t find myself
I love this…it goes right to the heart of my constant thoughts! Thank you! Reposting!
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That means so much to me. Thank you as well.
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