Never in my wildest dreams,
I would be cornered in my room
with exhaustion and confusion
and nobody to listen.
And I know that
no one really bothers about me.
Pretending that I won't exist,
because, they believe that I can manage,
but the truth is I really can't.
I couldn't hold myself any longer
this jealousy and treachery around me
making me more sick and upset
and harder to stand with my own legs.
Holding down a ton of pressure,
within me, I don't know but someday
I might possibly explode
eventually blacking out.
Even I wonder how I could possibly
smile all the time like a maniac,
despite such a burden and yet
look at me; I managed to conceal it.
And I could see that this,
just gets worse every day. (and with every poem)
If there was only a way to escape
whether for the good or bad
I'll just do it.
To recover from this burnt-out attitude.
I now lack the energy to do anything,
wish I had a bit of control over my life.
I would press the pause button
remain mute for a while.
I think only time would heal,
me through all of this.
Hope so...
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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...
