megan ann s.

This Is What The Edge Of Your Seat Is Made For

I've come to terms with the fact that they don't like me,
or better yet- I don't like myself.
All I can hope for now is just a glimpse of sincerity.
It wasn't those misleading looks,
or the constant turning of my stomach that lead me off.
It couldn't have been those whispers that clung to my conscience,
or that unconvincing smile attached to them.
Almost in constant battle,
Need to get past this,
Or are we, and I can't stop looking back?
These days replies are only a sentence long.
And minds can only wonder so far...
It's at our worst that we beg for ...