Pain I feel but it is not mine.Tears run down my face but I cannot cry.
Throat constructs without outside pressure, soul aches, mind frozen, gut in turmoil.
Words are hard to come by, as if they never existed.
Feelings impossible to describe, too foreign to transcribe.
Is it real what I feel? Or is it a figment of my imagination?
Internal pain, is it depression, or brought on by greed, dissatisfaction?
Urging desire to fit in, be loved and admired.
Opposing thirst to love myself in contentment.
Need to please, rhyme every time.
Not today, I will try a new way,
End on my own note.
Poetry
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This is amazing!!! Our writing styles are very similar!!:D. JUST KEEP GOING! You have talent!
I agree with alecia15. This is very good! It can be very challenging for some people to express how they feel in writing, but in this poem, you express multiple emotions at once, almost like a sense of uncertainty in where life will take you next. It’s very well written. Good job!