Blank Poem by Hannah Hebditch

Do you ever feel that life is like a book?
And you’re just a picture on a page,
Walking and talking, but not feeling any emotion,
Blank…
Have you seen your own world, and how it has been shook?
No, you just climb back to your locked up cage
And people rub it in your face, like it was a sweet lotion
They smile and laugh as hard as possible
Then you try and it feels impossible
Now they’re hugging with loving arms
It wakes something up inside, buzzing loudly like an alarm

But really you can’t feel it, there just images in your mind…

Then the gate way to reality glides open and hurt comes running at you, smacking you down
You feel yourself braking, but know that you need to keep your feet steady on the ground
Now your tears are spinning as they fall to the ground, with everything else turning around
Everything blurs emotions, thoughts, unwanted feelings, and this where you think, “What the hell is happening to me! ”
But you just can’t see…

Do you ever feel that life is like a book?
And you’re just a blank image on a blank piece of paper...