Here I lay, overthinking
I'm jumping from block to block.
Blocks of conclusions
But this is where I should stop
I look at myself with disgust
When I feel this type of way
All these terrible things I'll think
But I'll never say
How do I villainise such people
Within a second. It's so deadly.
Even my closest friends
Can become the one I envy.
Sometimes I write poems
Never to be seen by your eyes
All the pathetic words written
Maybe it would surprise
I can't even conceal it
Why is it so hard to supress it
I don't want to feel it
It feels so wrong, I should repress it.
They say a little bit won't hurt anybody
Maybe it shows I care
But this much hurts me
And to feel this way, it's not fair.
Maybe it's the possessive nature I possess
Maybe It's the fear of being easily replaced
Maybe it's the fact that I don't think I'm good enough
For you.
But in the end there's no excuse
To feel such type of way.
And I'll always ask why
I'm a pathetic jealous guy...
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Life, Death & Everything in Between
PoetryA book full of poems I have written about anything and everything I can think of writing about. There is no set genre it can be about something as insignificant as a bridge to something as relatable as heartbreak. Hope you enjoy
