The last word
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

She only has herself in this world and that is the truth
Sometimes she wants to do nothing but leave and escape her youth
She knows she has loved ones that surround her existence
But she hates family gatherings and prefers some distance
Every day she sees the same pale hands, uneven nails and dry skin
The restless crowd and that annoying boys grin
She despises the way she walks and the stain on her pants
And is constantly worried about her crooked smile and unfeminine stance
The thought of escape lingers on her mind
Like a bobby pin she could easily lose and never find
How could she escape from her inner thoughts and insanity
You see…. she can’t because what is stopping her is anxiety

