It boils inside
Seeps through my skin
The frustration of letting it
Win
The steam is fogging my
Internal wires
Too hazy
When you treat me this way
I understand you were accustom to who I used to be
The little girl
Who used to listen to anything you would say
without question
Always giving you the right to know first
I don't know why
I can't keep doing it anymore
I try
I understand why
But
Now it hurts me inside
I feel belittle
every time
you ask me for reason why
I made those decisions and carried out those trials
I have my problems
and solutions
My burdens to bare but I don't want you to be aware
The gates are closed
It would be great if you could know but
Some things are too private to
Put up for the show
Can you just trust me ?
And not question my every decision
For god's sake
I am not a kid anymore
YOU ARE READING
Chapters of Irrationality
PoetryI write emotional poetry and try to create beautiful imagery as I describe all the situations that people deal with in their lives. This is a collection of my true inner thoughts and feelings. Yet, I like to keep little mystery so I am curious to k...
