They talked about being social when I myself was not in touch myself
My bubbly persona died that day when those deep shadows started strolling through my brain.
The worst nightmares took human shape, arachnophobia developed that way.
School was dreadful as I couldn't hide away. It sat beside me poking my impassive face.
I wasn't a freak, but I sure did felt that way.
Now that I have passed that phase, looking behind isn't worth the pain.
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Pieces of my soul
PoetrySoothe the demons in my head, hold me till my death. Highest-ranking #1 in self-absorbed #1 in unsaidfeelings #1 in poem collection #2 in poem collection #4 in latenightthoughts #3 in latenightthoughts #4 in selfreflection
