I don't know what I'm feeling,
It's tearing me apart.
I can't hear the message,
That's coming from my heart.
Does he still even love me?
How am I so alone?
With all the people around me,
Why do I feel so cold?
The boy I love is fleeting,
I feel our love slipping,
Or is that just me,
Acting paranoid?
My friends are growing distant,
Their conversations feel petty.
The problems lie within me,
Not the topics of which they speak.
The tension is running high,
I have reached the breaking point.
Two things add up,
Then add one more.
Does my father know what he's doing?
He's tearing us apart.
Sometimes it's hard to tell,
If he has a heart.
My lover is drifting from me,
I feel it is my fault.
I only want to help him,
Though I can't stop his fall.
A friend takes her life,
I thought she was fine.
She had a full life before her,
A boy to occupy her time.
At some point,
I have to draw the line.
How much can I take,
Before I lose my mind.
My friends say I can make it,
I say that I am fine.
One of us is lying,
I can't always tell who.
The panic swells inside me,
It is too much for me to bear.
I wonder if life would be easier,
If I learned not to care.
I here people say,
That I am not alone,
But when I reach out,
I swear, no one is there.
Where are they when I need them?
Do they even care?
I feel selfish, ruining their lives,
Just to make it easier to live mine.
That might be a slight exaggeration,
Their lives will go on,
But I am over dramatic,
I just waste their time.
I feel I need validation,
I get a short reply.
Then I stew over,
The meaning left behind.
I don't understand what I'm feeling,
I panic at random times.
People ask me questions,
But I reply "I'm Fine".
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Poetic Justice
RandomThis book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that...
