Orange Juice

they leave
i am still here
drinking orange juice
straight from the bottle,
i sing the best
when i am alone in the living room.
baggy clothes that hide
what i hate
i know that nobody
will read my journals
nobody will see my shapes,
my curves and lines
the ones that make me feel
and also
the ones that i love…
nobody will hear me
when i mess up
but nobody will hear
the way my voice echoes
in the empty house.

By Francesca Graham