Where is that bold person,
which I used to be?
And now drained and leftover with
fear and anxiety.
Oh no! This ain't me!
Why am I so tired?
Even after so many hours of sleep?
I can't do this anymore,
I am exhausted.
I can't explain this. I am lost...
Why am I humiliated?
Why do I depend on somebody?
I never thought that my confidence
was just a piece of glass, distorted
now broken into a million pieces.
Why am I worrying a lot?
I don't know what bothers me
even, in my deepest dreams.
I wish I were invisible.
Am I hurt?
Am I hurting myself
Am I so harsh with myself?
I just couldn't come over this.
Nobody to tell
nowhere to go
they let me down
and I'm indulging in this junk.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
