Why do I always try to impress
the people that love me for me?
I can't help but feel I should impress
them
more than anyone?
Then once I stop trying to
they seem to change
or I think they do.
Society needs beauty
Society craves perfection.
Everyone wants to fit in
but how can anyone do that
with all these cliques?
We can't be perfect
unless you see what's inside.
When people see rocks
they see hard,
dirt,
earth.
But what they don't know
is on the inside of the rock,
are crystals.
One person and One person only by JessRg9, literature
Literature
One person and One person only
Bad day was an understatement.
I bowed my head in defeat.
In a depressed state of mind.
I wanted to talk to one person
and one person only.
Then he came up
the steps of the bus.
Told his friend to over in the seat.
I looked towards Him
soo wishing he'd sit with me.
He saw my expression.
He decided he'd sit with me,
knowing I was depressed.
And I smiled.
Knowing he cared.
I've been sick for about a week and a half.
I haven't fully recovered yet.
And my happiness just...
faded.
Am I dying slowly,
very slowly?
Sad, slow songs
play in the background.
Triumphing my defeat.
It's been eating at me.
Many rounds
and it wins
almost every time.
I'm slipping,
slipping into that stage,
where I block out the world.
I don't want to hear it all.
A funny feeling in my gut,
that I don't know,
but I feel like I should know.
Again.
I'm slipping again.
And I was just happy,
and for a good amount of time too.
What is this?
I'm slipping again,
but trying,
trying to hold back.