Gia Raquel

The streets are filled with regret

And I am no different from the pavement I walk upon

Adults look at me with disdain and a sense of

A sense of pity washes over me from their wasted youth.

I feel their stares

Undressing my nerves

Viciously taunting my desires

I hear the screaming already

Too close,

I’m not ready.

No one mowed the lawn

I can feel everything touched,

Unwanted, unneeded.

I’ve lost my shoes, my socks

I’ve lost the very idea of what it means to be.

I leave.

The scars don’t.

They’re still here,

Safe and sound beneath my shadows.

They’re not for show.

Please leave now,

You’re not allowed to see them anymore.