In her Contest X Stage I submission, Risha talks about the solitude and loneliness that her shadow puts her through.
Poem: Living in The Terrible Shadows
Living in the shadows, I go through my day
Unnoticed and uncared for as I make my way
No one pays attention to me
A loner I no longer want to be
Every day I try
I try my best
I try my best to be okay
I try my best to make friends
Every day
What’s wrong I can’t figure out.
I’ve tried everything, from academics to girl scouts
Why do people feel like I have the cheese touch?
All I need is a friend, nothing much
Dear God, why are you doing this to me?
Happy and content is all I wanna be
Living in the shadows, I’m tired of
They play and laugh, and all I do is watch
Dear God please help me
Of this shadow, please rid me
I’m sick of living in this shadow
It’s only making me hollow.
O dear God, please help me!
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Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
Too young to be sad in the generation of hiding of our emotions. Walking on the thin line of perfection and catastrophe compiled in a nano-SIM of competition. I dedicate it to all those people who stay awake at night living in that empty gut Shadow and wondering will they ever get it right for once in their lives. Looking into the empty dark room growing on doubts, insecurities and just dreaming if they will ever find what they are after. Working sweat, blood and draining hope year after year, until they can’t feel their body anymore. Just waiting or hoping to get to that one year that counts. That one year that makes the difference.
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