Thought of Mine
I try to make them proud,
I'm too loud.
I don't sleep,
Still counting sheep.
I walk away,
What's the point anyway?
Say I’m always on my phone,
Its to escape this “home”.
Is it too late?,
I want to change my fate?
I’ve learned from my pain,
It's not just a game.
I want a future,
Don't need a preacher.
I tried to escape,
What a mistake.
I saw a light,
Maybe I’ll take flight.
I don't want to make him leave,
But it's just so easy.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
