Suppressing my words,
My fears and my rage
Trying always to be calm
Has turned me
Into a person that I don't recognize.
The more I ask myself where,
And how the me I knew went.
Where is the blood that used to flow in my veins?
But now you detest me.
Say that I'm not like you.
But years of trying to please you,
Has turned me into cannon fodder.
So please release me,
And let me release myself.
No more suppression,
And no more pain.
YOU ARE READING
Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
