《I've decided to give poetry a try, seeing as how I'm doing it in English as well. Don't expect quality work, it's really just something I think would be enjoyable to write occassionally.》
Staring.
I can feel the eyes of many, watching me walk to class.
For what reason?
Do rumors spread so quickly?
Pounding.
My heart won't stop racing.
I hear whispers nearby.
It must be about me.
They talk so much of it.
Crying.
Why won't they stop?
Must they all spread the rumor?
Is it because it's true?
Hurting.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have.
It just happened.
But I liked it.
Talking.
I did.
They talked of me.
They wanted to avoid me.
It hurt so much.
I'm not sure I regret it though.
Healing.
I shouldn't care.
But I do.
I need to let it go.
I need to stop.
I won't do it again.
...
I let it go.
Embracing.
They can talk all they want.
It won't matter.
They'll forget someday.
I'll just be another memory.
That's what I want.
Don't me in ten years.
I don't need judgement from afar.
There's no changing.
I won't do it.
《This highkey probably didn't make any sense, but that's the point. I told everybody everything and nothing. Only I understand what is written, but all of you can read it. It's an experience I had, though I won't give further details. The mystery behind it is why I like it, it holds secrets nobody knows or ever will know.》
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