I'm confused, I'm walking down the road
going home but heading to a club
ending up on a bridge by the river
my reflection sucks my soul
telling i am not good enough
sad eyes, dry lips, wondering
how do people not hate me?
maybe they do, i do too
it's almost midnight, the city is crowd
lights blind me and so much pollution
people look so happy, talk to each other
i like people, but nobody likes me
women are queens, don't mess with them
maybe i'm gay but men are trash
how do they not hate each other?
maybe they do, not my issue
I lose my keys in the left pocket of my jeans
breaking my own door like robbery
my room is messy, far from pretty
just as my life, makes me questioning
so many problems people hide
their smile almost never shut
don't we all have complicated things in life?
maybe they do, i don't hope so
YOU ARE READING
Strawberry Haze
Poetryamateur poetry written by heart in every feeling attacks I write one poem that describes the moment it continues until today light poems to read just for my stress relief - Poetry book vol 1.
