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visious cycle of life

sometimes Im not myself im someone else for a day where tears flow easily and anger makes its mark relationships are hurt hardships unnumbered dangeroulsy hanging over my head by a thin, breaking string sometimes the string breaks lands on me in a horrific mess but i am only human should i not have the right to cry to sob to pity myself noone knows what goes on in the dark shadows of my mind the pitch black silence in my dreams my thoughts my feelings my nightmares noone knows the real me the emotional, pitiful me the average person cannot catch the fraudness in my overly happy persona does not catch the flaws that flow so much through me how sad my world really is. sometimes my only refuge is the dark and solem corners of my mind sometimes sleep is the closest one person can get to death but i will never know will i the world is so cruel but i can be just as cruel but i choose not to be instead i suffer rather than to break free from pain into slightly shallower waters take an easy step for once in my life you say "baby its okay, its gonna be alright, baby, just wait' but it wont be never was and never will be you say "i wish i could make it disapear, i really do" but where would i be without it? i would not be human i would be even more a tragedy than i already am noone understands me they say i am the wierdo girl who sits in the back of the class writing poetry as if thats so bad? its who i am besides, who are you to judge? everyone judges you, do you like it? if you do, your not human everyone knows that it hurts thats just the visious cycle of life

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Date: 4/4/2009 2:21:00 PM
this poem makes the reader want to interract, tell the so called 'wierdo' "hey-girl" take a number! "strange" line forms to the right, the 'poets' line! sign-me-up! great work!! Jim
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Date: 4/4/2009 1:20:00 PM
Life can be painful. And feeling pain is a part of life. How we deal with pain, perhaps makes the difference between going to those dark corners and going to a happy place where forced joyfulness eventually overthrows pain. It's not easy. Keep up the good writing. You portray emotion very well. God bless you. And welcome to poetrysoup
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Date: 4/4/2009 12:20:00 PM
wow, is this true? damn thats good. you have a really reat talent for poetry. good job and ignor kids, they are cruel. stay true to yOurself and love yourself forvever.
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Date: 4/4/2009 12:00:00 PM
this poem is very good, it was the same when I was at school every one just wanted to say stuff that hurts, may be the jellous of you, you have a great tallent in writing poetry don't let others drag you down, they not worth it they just liars arer sad. stand tall you have a gift. God bless from diane
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