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Only Me
My windows crashed in
Shots fired and cuts left
I smelt your blood
All over that track
I gave you my most
Deathening stare
But you smiled mischievously back
And I felt my head spin round
I stop in my tracks
Count my heartbeat
And I realise
I’ve become what they wanted me to be
I’ve started to linger for your gaze
I’ve begun to hunger for your time
I need you to find me amongst the crowd
Only me
You stood so close
The last time I saw
All the scars on you
My nails itch to make another
So here it is
I pretend you are mine
Unfurled in my thoughts
Strung in my nerves
Why are you lost
In an another girl
Who has the same wishes
As I do
Count to ten
Take a step back
I’m everything I loathe
I have become anything at all
Yet I strive with every cell
To lift the curtain
To make you see
Only me
When will you know
What I can’t say
What I only show
Will you ever see
Only me

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I am a 10th grader from India. I plan to attend a private boarding school in USA this year. i am personally attached to this piece because I wrote it when I felt like a third wheel on the phone while the other two people mentioned in the poem chattered without me. I realised for the first time how it felt to be replaced and shunned into oblivion, to be just another notch on a boy's belt. But only, I didn't feel angry because I wanted to be wanted. This piece is the culmination of a nine year long friendship and what it has turned into, more specifically, what it has turned me into.