A Bug’s View


A person, seen as a bug. Photo by Gracie Zimmerman

Drowning in sorrows,

Awaiting tomorrows.


Each day passing,

Missed opportunities flashing.


Walking past previous images,

Of a girl who faced many damages.


Regrets of past actions,

Anxious of other reactions.


Sick of sticking to a standard,

All my questions left unanswered.


The restrictions of society have never worked.

I’m breaking out, I’m writing my own story.

Even if they’re all irked.


It’s my life now.