The Things I Carry

The cool breeze touches my scars on my skin.

The scars which remind me of the battles I fought.  

I carry the sorrow of food binging 

The lack of control I have on a whim 

I carry the memories of my past

The friendships that ended so abruptly

The feelings I felt in which left me so fast 

I carry the hurt I have endured 

The way one could pain me with a single word

Though I may act numb

I carry the love gathered from my mum 

How she listens to my endless complaints 

When my heart beats so faint 

She can raise it with a single smile 

I carry the love of my best friend for a while

The security I feel in her presence 

Though she will never tell the truth in her confessions

I carry the resistance of emotional connection 

The fear of feeling love and friction 

The pain those have inflicted upon me

The unpredictability of my thoughts 

Along with the memories of all the battles I have fought 

I carry the guilt of past experiences

Guilt I feel in all seriousness 

I carry the feeling of the presence 

The feeling in which is vivid in extravagance 

All these things I carry 

With familiarity and insincerity