Sitting near the lake
It's starting to get late
Wearing a pair of socks
Just me skipping rocks
Didn't hear a splash
Having a little rash
Sitting crossed
Thinking of what I lost
Seeing the birds chirping
But all I hear is nothing
I feel the cold wind
The day is about to end
Sitting in silence
Reading about science
I wish I could hear
I'm not supposed to be here
I'm supposed to be at home
But I'm tired of being alone
I wish to hear the birds sing
I wish to hear the water splashing
Try to find many solutions
Could only feel vibrations
Try to use sign language
My arm needs a new bandage
It's starting to get dark
Looking at all the trees with different kinds of bark
I could sit here for hours
Looking at all the different kinds of flowers
All I could do is see and feel
I question what's fake and what's real
Everything is too quiet
I always try to deny it
I'm tired of being by myself
Always been told to be yourself
My parents are always busy and not at home
Maybe one day I wouldn't be so alone
Maybe things will get better
But yet I remember
Getting bullied just because I can't hear
I remind myself that it's going to be another painful year
Closing my eyes
Trying not to cry
I wish I could hear
I remind myself that I'm not supposed to be here
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Cringe Poem Stories
PoetryI write poems that soon will go together as a story and some that are individual. These poems will either have a bad story or a good one. There isn't really any warnings but just in case there's death, red (blood), and some other stuff that may be...
