Triggering: Rae's poems.

[Em0bxy]

#1:
"What you see"
You look at me
And see
A teenage girl
You look at me
And see
A happy girl
But that’s not me
I am a teenage boy
I look at me and see
A okay boy
I look at me and see
someone nobody else sees
-Rae Parker-

[¯|_(ツ)_|¯]

This is definitely relatable for a lot of people.

[Em0bxy]

Anxiety
I am not alone
But I fear I am lonely
I am not sad
But I seem to cry
I seem to shake
I cannot focus.
Don’t leave me alone
But I’m breaking at the seams
You can’t see
But these are the thoughts of somebody
With Anxiety.
~Rae Parker~

Depression
I don’t have interests
But I love to do things
I want to do things
I seem to cry, though there is no reason
I can’t sleep at night or I sleep too much
There is no in between
I move too slowly
And people get irritated.
These are the actions of someone with
Depression.
~Rae Parker~

PTSD
I relive the same experiences
In my mind
I am stuck in the past
But I want to see the future
I still feel the situations
More than I did that day
I feel the
Anxiety
Of reliving everything in my mind
Yet nobody knows I can’t move forward
I laugh and smile
Yet I’m breaking too
My imagination might be the best part of me
But it’s also the worst
It makes me relive the worst parts of my life.
Thats the experience of
PTSD.
~Rae Parker~

[Arabesque- golfing girl.]

Thank you for this.

[Em0bxy]

Best friends turned to strangers


You want to know what hurts?
When you see the same person
You know their birthday
Their age
Their favorite color
Yet you don’t even say hi
You know them
More than you know
yourself
You hung out every
single day
But you haven’t talked in
weeks
You want to know what hurts?
When your best friend turns into a
Stranger.
~Rae Parker~

[Em0bxy]

TW:// SA

First time reporting ~ Rae Parker

This will be the strongest thing
You’ve ever done
This will be the hardest part
Of what he did
To you
This will be the make-or-break
Of your justice
This will be what brings the
Trauma on
The flashbacks
The panic attacks
It all starts
Now.
It all starts with the
First
Time
Report





We teach women, not men ~ Rae Parker

We tell our girls
Get home before its dark
Its unsafe
When we should tell our boys
Make it safe for girls
To be able to stay out
Like you can
We tell our girls
It’s shameful to be raped
When we should tell our boys
It’s shameful to rape
We teach our girls
To hide her shoulders
And her stomach
And her legs
Because it’s unsafe
When we should teach our boys
To keep it in his pants
To make it safe





I will be silent when… ~ Rae Parker

I will be silent when
We can say the words
Sexual assault
And not be screamed at
I will be silent when
We can sit and cry
Without being
Judged
Or Shamed
I will be silent when
The girls who get
Raped
Aren’t told they’re in the
Wrong
I will be silent when
The girls who get
Sexually assaulted
Aren’t asked
What were you wearing?
Were you drinking?
I will be silent when
The world is finally fair…

[Em0bxy]

TW:// SA

Remember ~ Rae Parker


I remember
What I was wearing
The day I told my family
I remember
The feeling of
Your hand
On my butt
While I was sanding the wood
I remember
Your heavy breaths in my ear
Though nobody saw
I remember
The feeling of you
Pushing your privates
Toward my butt
Through our clothes
For a quick moment
As you passed behind me
I remember
Forgetting details to give
To the officer
I remember
Crying for hours and hours
Not knowing why
Someone I was supposed to
Trust
Would break me down
Til I was dust
I remember
When I couldn’t get
Two words
Out of my little mouth
Without bursting into
Tears
I remember
After 2 years
Every
Detail
Now

[Mindfulness.]

These are really good poems.

[Em0bxy]

TW//: Hallucinations

Losing touch -Rae P.-

When you look at someone you’ve known
Forever
And wonder if they’re real
When you look at something you’ve never seen
And wonder if it’s fake
When you see the shadows of your mind
And wonder if it’s real.
When you see your favorite teacher
And wonder if she’s real
Or just another hallucination
Or a figment of your imagination
You know you’re starting to
Lose touch
With everything around you
You know you’re starting to
Lose everything
When your mind wonders whats real and whats
Fake
But all you can do is wonder
And keep it inside
Because you fear people will judge
You fear you will get hurt
Another symptom of
Losing touch
Is everything going to end
well?

[Mending Me]

These are really good poems, keep writing and sharing if you can.

[Mindfulness.]

I also agree that you should continue writing poetry and sharing them around! You're really good at it.

[Arabesque- golfing girl.]

Thank you for this.

[Em0bxy]

Angry dog.

I am not an angry dog, I don't know why I bite
Is it to seem fearce and strong
or is it to cope with something unbearable
I think it's that
Coping
I am not an angry dog, I finally know why I bite
it doesn't make it right
but I have to learn
isn't that right?
I am not an angry dog, I am a learning one.

[Arabesque- golfing girl.]

This was nice to read. Thank you.

[Em0bxy]

#1
Real and Fake
I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake
Everything feels like one big blur
The life events are turning into a swirl
I talk to you calmly and unfazed
But theres something in my mind
What’s real and what’s fake?
That’s the question on my mind consistantly
I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake
I’m hearing voies that aren’t coming from anybodies mouths
I’m seeing things nobody else can
So a valid question I have is
What’s real and what’s fake?
Is it a hallucination?
My imagination is runnin’ wild huh?
Or is it real?
I can’t tell what’s real or what’s fake
I wish I could
Everything feels like one big tornado
My life turning upside down
And inside out
Like when you go from a super warm shower to ice cold
Or the warmth of your bed in the morning to the cold of the morning air
I can’t tell what’s real and what’s
Fake
~Rae Parker~

#2
I’m a fool
I believed everything you told me
I believed everything you showed me
I believed you
I’m a fool
You weren’t even real
I believed every word you said
Every lie you told
Everything you showed me
From your red eyes
To your white lies
I believed it all
Now you left me wondering what’s even real
I’m a fool
They ask me
Close your eyes
Does that help
No
I still hear you
I still see you
They say you play with my depression like a puppet
Or am I the puppet
To your puppeteer
Should I continue to believe you
Or finally admit to myself that
I’m a fool
~Rae Parker~

[Arabesque- golfing girl.]

Thank you so much for this. It is nice reading what you post.