The Dark Side of me

The Dark Side of me
I sit there alone, not a smile to my bone
My voice a harsh whispered tone.
Slashes on my wrists, arms and hands, my mouth in a bloody grin.
... My whole life like I had committed a terrible sin.
Your voice an annoying buzz, false tone, true lies.
If I could speak, I’d say in an almighty sigh.
“ Stop it with the sympathy and pretending to care,
I can see the real you through the false stare
I don’t want your help, your manners, your good grace,
Just say it, you hate me. I can see it in your face.
You’re wasting my time don’t you see?
Don’t look so surprised, this is the dark side of me”

By Samantha Montrose

Alone in a crowd

A chattering crowd swarms around me, Surrounded by people I sit alone. When people are talking but not to me, Their senseless chatter builds forming a wall of sound slowly combining into a wash of unintelligible noise that isolates and secludes me, I may be packed together in a grid of body’s but I am also alone, locked away in a cell of meaningless sound.

I am alone

Alone in a crowd