Somewhere I️ don't want to be,
with people I️ barely know.
Ready to get back to my reality.
The reality I️ hate, but it's still mines.
Where I'm unsure of who I️ am, my actions, and the people who surround me.
So scared to be lonely, yet I don't want to be bothered.
Confused.
Wanting to cry, but I️ want to smile.
Wanting to love, but my heart is filled
with so much hate.
My toes are freezing, almost as cold as my heart.
My head is hurting, aching almost as much as my heart.
Quiet yet I️ have so much to say.
People have convinced me
that my opinion doesn't matter.
BUT I'll always speak out.
Too mature for my age they say.
I'm glad I'm wise, I'm not as naive as my peers.
But I'm still naive, still having my heart broken by family and friends.
But I️ still love, I'm just human.
-ATheGoddess
How is your weekend going? Is anything worrying you guys? Anybody want to vent?
Send in your poems, if you want them to be posted.
YOU ARE READING
The Outlet For Our Caged Souls
PoetryThis book is a way for people to come relive stress after a hard day. Anyone can send in a piece of poetry, anon or not, and I️ will post it. It doesn't have to be amazing, no one will judge. Any judging or negative comments will be BLOCKED & REPOR...
