Wrong

How do I describe this feeling?

There are no words.

No words.

Words are scary.

You might say the wrong thing.

"No."

"I like it."

"This is me."

"I'm fine."

"Go away."

It's scary to say the wrong thing.

But you might say the right thing.

"Yes."

"I love you."

"I'm a boy."

"I'm not OK."

"Please don't go."

And that's even scarier.

Too much. It's too much.

I'm going to explode. I want to explode.

Wrong thing, right thing.

What is this feeling?

How do I describe this feeling?

Help.

Wrong thing.

I need help.

Wrong thing.

What do I do?

Wrong.

Please...

Wrong.

Stop.

Wrong.

Stop it!

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Please, stop! Someone help!

Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

Please! Someone, anyone, please help me!

Wrong! You're wrong! Everything's wrong! Everyone's wrong! Everyone's always wrong!

What do I do?

Wrong!

What's wrong!? What is wrong!?

Wrong!

Tell me what is wrong!?!?

WRONG!

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

 

How do I describe this feeling?

There are no words.

Words.

Right.

Wrong.

Nothing's wrong. Everything's wrong.

 

Right.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Siena Costanzo

I feel a lot like this sometimes, and I can really relate to your poem. It really demonstrates the way thoughts like these work, It reminds me of something I wrote once, I think it was "Even when I'm right I'm wrong", loved the way you structured your words.

TillytomJones

Thanks. Sometimes when it's 3:30 in the morning I can actually say what I'm feeling.

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