there is no gain without pain, people say
but through my blood, sweat and tears
all i see is everyone running right past me
while i am far behind counting the stars
in a futile attempt to pick up the pieces
that were left from me breaking
i always tell myself, if you slowly piece yourself together maybe itll be worth it in the end
but i feel that each piece i pick up slowly changes me, changes the way i see things, changes the way i act, feel, think, perceive and ultimately changes my perspective of the world
it changes the way i see myself, others, and how others think of me
the image becomes even more distorted than it already was
and i always think god why oh why are these people pretending to enjoy my presence when i know they dont
irrational thoughts grow increasingly vexing
and it makes me fucking insane
because i cant seem to understand why
people can let things go so easily
while im in the back seat on the highway to absolutely nothing
because when you decide to go back to the past
you are sacrificing time you can spend for the future
but when you let go of the past
it comes back to haunt you
so what do you expect me to do when
whatever i do
always finds a way to screw me over
because in my 15 years of life i have never ceased to realise
that i could do nothing right.
YOU ARE READING
the things i try my hardest to hide but here it is anyway
PoetryJust a collection of my everyday, random thoughts. A reflection of what I feel, think and wonder during my life, in a form of poetry or short stories. I hope you like it. Enjoy :)
