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The Ray of Down.

Posted to Action Poetry

I feel.
So calm and cold.
He said to me
"There's a party at Jen's on Halloween, wanna go?"

I couldn't reply.
It made me want to cry,
that simple question.

Yes, I wanted to scream,
take me with you.
But my lips uttered, "No,
I'm not a 'going out' 'party' kind of person. I'm better off at home."

Making him feel guilty because I sit at home.
Don't need it.

I want to,
I really do.
But I hold myself down.
For fear.
Stuttering and faltering is not my way.
I'll not risk making a fool out of myself,
I already feel so young.