Back in those days.
I used to be cheerful and smile.
Be truly alive and hope for the best.
Nothing pushing my buttons.
Over and over again.
Until I just want to explode.
Think "next time".
Believing anything is possible.
If I just try.
Not anymore.
Those days are gone.
And I stay where I am confused and a mess.
I still smile and thrive.
Or at least I try.
But it's a mask to hide my sorrow that I want to hide.
I no longer dream.
Not when I know I'm a failure.
A pain in the butt and a spoiled brat.
When I be myself.
It seems no one sees me as good.
Only annoying and a bundle of trouble.
Gossip and rumour fly.
My success goes down.
Along with my hope and motivation.
I look around.
Everything is passing by me.
Ignoring my presence, leaving me damaged.
No guidance and any good surprise.
I walk on to wherever I think is right.
But I know I will never be what I was, not like back in those days.
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
