Dream: Poem

Have you ever had one of those dreams?

Things seem different but the same.

You can feel your heart pounding and the wind against your face.

Everything feels real.

Everything that happens feels real

You look into someones eyes and you can feel.

You can feel their touch lingering.

They seem so real, they make everything OK.

But you wake up, you wake up.

And you are alone.

Nobody in the bed next to you.

Those types of dreams.

They are just that casual reminder that you are alone.

Always alone.

Why: Poem

Why is it that when someone compliments more than once it's my instinct to say stop?

It's like no-stop one compliment is all I deserve.

Why do I feel that way, why do I only deserve one compliment?

Why do I feel rude and disrespectful when I say thanks?

Sometimes, I feel like people compliment me because they feel bad

"She doesn't get enough compliments, let's give her one"

"Poor girl, let's tell her we like her shoes"

But why am I the poor girl?

Why is my self-worth measured in the number of times someone tells me I'm pretty?

Why do I go home crying when nobody noticed my new shirt?

Why is the only reason I am still alive because she told me she liked my hair?