Not So Lovely Poems

Ink On A Page

I fear speaking of my pain,

For fear of what others would say,

My reasons feeling so plain,

But breaking apart like I'm my own prey.

Cut and tear myself apart,

I feel as if I've been played,

Hope next time I'll be smart,

As I walk away, afraid.

You say I'm too young to know,

With that information I wonder,

How am I supposed to grow?

Retreating to silence, I'm going under.

I manage to crawl back out again,

But who knows if I will manage it next time?

Spilling like ink from a pen,

Press too hard and it breaks.