Wandering the Darkness Diana Yaseen

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Wandering the Darkness

Diana Yaseen

Before I knew how to write in the lines of my story I used to wander the empty pages of my book. And I watch as my life unfolds before me, the wonder that is the circus below me. I'm in the audience desolate and alone so I just watch, waiting to be on my phone. I remember a time when I had my sister beside me, as we stood on the outskirts of society. Back then I did not need to be an endless pit of anxiety. Some people think I'm shy, or that I don't have anything interesting to say but they don't know what it takes to live in a world

where judgement is accepted, and hate survives. Because words are a weapon, and I'll bet you know someone whose used them against you. So, my thoughts stay stuck in my head, fighting the fear of being read. So instead I pick happiness off the ground and I make little bouquets, handing them around. Then I look towards the future, a shining light beckons me. But my past is so heavy, I'm scared I'll fall again I'm sorry.

The Quiet One

Anonymous

Before I knew how to read, I used to believe that the words attacked me. I used to believe that reading Was the pebble in my shoe But now the pebble is People think I'm quiet but I am louder, Louder than what they can hear They can hear what they want but will never hear that I am the one who was hurt by drowning. I am the one who got stronger by fighting. My scar cuts deeper than my skin I am the one who knows nothing about people. My family is a circus that I don't understand In the circus of my family I am the clown. I never know what's going on It's always chaos That is our circus, Our chaotic circus And every day In the morning I'll be calling saying sorry for the words I said. Knowing that they Will never forgive Because apparently if you do you'll be hurt But people will never know Because I am always the quiet one