Hide and seek

Tue, 01/10/2017 - 14:09 -- Kai B.

Hide and seek was my favorite,

I was so good at it,

even now,

no one,

can

find

me.

 

Hiding in the bathroom stalls with

my heart threatening to give out

I think I forgot to eat again.

Hiding in the classroom with

my head in a book

I could never sleep at home.

Hiding in the halls I had my

headphones in, the music 

so loud that I hoped it would

make my ears bleed.

 

My therapist said to me

High school isn't your time.

You'll shine somewhere far

from here and I'll be so

proud

College seemed to prove

her right.

 

Hiding was irrelevant

suddenly I was everywhere

people saw me instead of 

seeing through me

and no matter how hard

I tried or how hard I cried

to blend into the 

background 

I couldn't.

 

I guess hide and seek was really

just that I was hiding waiting

for life to seek me out

and smack me across the face

so that I could learn for the first

time that I should 

live in the present.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741