Charlee Ann Mckay
Stories (4/0)
Who Am I
Who is this girl? Where did she come from? She is not original, she is plain. Darkness is with her, it lurks in every corner of her mind. No matter how far she runs, she can't escape it. She searches for the light, but the darkness hides it so well. She know who she wants to be, how she wants to be, but how does she get there? Deep inside is a beautiful and outgoing woman, but the traumatized little girl has he chained in the shadows. Where is the motivation? Where is the road she needs to be on? The reflection in the mirror is nothing but flaws and unrealistic expectation. Smash the glass, throw away the pieces, her thoughts cut like the shattered glass. Self hate bleeds through her like deep wounds that can not be stitched. when will her battle end, and her life begin.
By Charlee Ann Mckay6 years ago in Poets
Love Storm
His eyes are like the storm rolling in. When I catch their gaze it's so fierce I have to look away, It's like they see right through me, Those eyes turn my soul transparent. All my flaws, insecurities, fears, scars, and dreams all come to light. He has seen my scars; and he did not run. I tried to fight this feeling I don't understand, that I never felt.
By Charlee Ann Mckay6 years ago in Poets