On the Floor by R.S

This is the poem I submitted for the November edition of my school's newspaper! I procrastinated on this one. I haven't had as much motivation and spark for writing poetry as I have had in the past, so I brushed up on an old poem.

Here's the old one:

On the floor 

Surrounded by junk

Wishing I could be anyone else

Or just be brave enough to be myself

But it's all too difficult

Vs the new one:

On the floor, surrounded by junk, 

wishing I could be anyone else, 

or just brave enough to be myself. 

But it’s all so difficult.

Sitting on the floor, 

fidgeting with my hair, 

my clothes, my face, 

thinking maybe that’ll bring you back.

I know it won’t, but it’s worth a chance.

Lying cold on the floor, 

fidgeting with the buttons on my shirt, 

daydreaming about being known. 

I want someone to care enough to ask questions, 

to really get to know me. 

Maybe one day.

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! I love poetry 💗