The Guardian speaks, I don't feel secure.
The words you spill are not knives but waves. Hitting me again and again in this tidal wave. They hurt but I am comfortable with it. Not.
I have always been ready for your attacks. No boat of wisdom I build or shelter of resistances Protects me. The hurricane you bring it drowns me Under. Suffocating me with your fluid words that joint me in despair.
You seem to be applauding your actions. Teaching a child how to "swim". Showing how dangerous the seas can be. I don't struggle on the surface but I struggle underneath my conscious. It is an effort to keep me from beneath. I am ready to go under.
The farewell will be in my eyes.
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PoetryLike every teenager, we have our outburst. Those little doubts that chatter in their head, our head. The moments where we want to go back in time. Listen to the millions of cries, yells, and laughs that surround our world.
