Haunting Thoughts
Summer Thompson
Stay classy I was always told
Act like a lady until you're old.
Don't bother yourself with frivolous things
Once you turn 21 you'll be able to conceal it with drinks.
Whatever scares you is not your fault,
Only worry about it when you're an adult.
When things worry you so much,
The life is sucked out of you
And nothing can hide the fact that you are hurting.
Hurting is referred to flirting.
You flirt with pain and tease it but it
always seems to end up in haunting.
Why are you so nervous?
Be courageous!
“What is wrong with slinking into the venomous?” I ask myself.
“It's easier to think about things that are so frivolous.” Says my deep self.
When life hides itself like a flirtatious thought,
What is to stop you from letting it wrought?
What if all that anxiety and worry becomes too big of a deal?
I want to give up but what should I give up on?
It shines like an annoying beacon,
Shedding light on all of my hurts and pains.
It's like a strain,
The straining of the heart.
Where everything seems to start.
But where it ends is not in me,
But the complete opposite.
I hate hurting,
Not only myself with thoughts
But the people it touches as well.
It always begins to swell,
Until I can no longer hold the thoughts that haunt.
They affect me physically and mentally.
There is no cure for this condition except if I change completely.
Why must my thoughts haunt me so?