The Fear of You
People tell me I'm not good enough
People tell me I'm worthless
People tell me to just get overstuff
So what is my purpose?
This is normal to me
This is nothing new
This is the part where you are supposed to flee
So what is the today going to brew?
I stand here feeling all alone
I stand here quietly thinking
I stand here emotionless without a home
So what is it ma'am, you are drinking?
Is it the smooth taste of my breaking heart
Is it the firey taste of your selfish words
Is it the clean taste of you attempting your fresh start
So what is so absurd?
My thoughts are a tidal wave of emotions
My thoughts are an endless black hole
My thoughts cause all of this useless commotion
So what is it exactly you stole?
You stole my childhood
You stole my pride
You stole my sanity
You stole my adulthood
You stole my stride
So what makes me wait so anxiously?
The fear of you.
Copyright © Jenna Wallace | Year Posted 2016
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