You Made Me
I wear a face over the mask that covers
The me you’ll never know
I wear a smile on top of that face
So the real me will never show
I stay hidden behind the presentation of my name
No matter where I go or what I do
I can never erase the pain..
And you...
You would call me a bad man..
But I’m a sad man..
And you should understand
you and I are just the same...
There’s no reason to me
For you to be,
pointing the finger of blame
Right at my chest
I have already become the reason
And I went thru the season
Of feeling sorrow and depressed
And I’m still feeling the feelings
And I’m still dealing
With the stress of all that mess...
And you...
You would call me a bad man
But I’m a mad man
So even if you don’t understand
You and I are just the same...
I’m tossing and turning at night
I can’t seem to sleep
These memories become my dreams
And I wake up screaming
Was I even dreaming
These nightmares are way too deep...
And you...
You would call me a bad man
But I’m a mad man
And a sad man
And you and I are just the same...
Been working my job so hard
But I’m still on guard
Hiding these scars upon my soul
And I can’t tell now if it’s the weather or me
But all I feel sometimes is cold
So I stay covered up
Is it ever enough-
For me to get thru this
And I stay to myself
Because by myself seems to be
All there ever is to this...
And You...
You made me the bad man
And made me the mad man
And made me the sad man
And what you don’t understand
Is that inside we’re not the same...
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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