http://slow.writerscafe.org/FrenchyChan12 The original writings of author FrenchyChan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775303130 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I built up my walls.I painted them pink.So when people looked at me.No one would think.That I was broken.That I wasn't okay.Then they'd put me on a shelf.Like a fragile object every day.I'm done trying.I'm not who you want me to be.I'm in so much pain.But you can't see.That's my fault.I've hidden ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1665308/ Dull, dark, black, and white.That's how every day feels.The world passes by me.Everything slowly fades into nothing.Nothing. Maybe nothing can be something.A thought, a feeling, an emotion, noun, verb, adjective.What really is nothing?It's a tangible veil that I run my hands through.It's a fog .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1664595/ This is what I wrote the day after I wrote Numb part 1 two years ago, turns out the feeling was getting worse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1601448/ This is a poem I wrote almost 2 years ago. I no longer feel this way but I think the poem is powerful and deserves to be seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1601442/ I wrote this poem during a debate in class a while ago. The pain that I talk about doesn't necessarily have to be physical pain, it could very well be emotional. Such as regret, grief, sorrow, etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1601440/ This is a poem I wrote on another site, it is on my tumblr. @http://frenchychan12.tumblr.com/post/125658838462/lifes-game-and-deaths-mess http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1600747/ This is about my parents and myself. It leans towards the gay community and coming out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1600734/ A short poem that can be interpreted in many ways http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrenchyChan12/1600347/