Shattered

What better way to start than with a lovely poem filled with teenage angst, eh? You can often tell what mood I'm in by what I'm writing about, which may explain some of them. I wrote this a few months ago.

You are made of glass,

Shattering;

Shards of sanity litter the floor,

Cutting your bare feet as you walk,

But you keep your head up,

Keep walking.

The noise is getting louder, 

The whispering turns to shouting,

And it's closing in,

Crushing your lungs,

The air forced out,

You're suffocating,

Choking.

The noise courses through your veins

Like blood,

Heavy, cold, thick;

You long to let it out,

To cut through the skin,

Let it bleed,

Feel the fear flow out with the blood,

Because you are scared,

Though you try to hide it,

You're terrified.

But you keep walking.

Stare straight ahead,

One foot in front of the other;

You don't dare stop,

Or they'll get you.