My eyes bleed
I wanted something I couldn't have
I wanted to try something new
Now my eyes are bleeding
And I feel stupid
I don't have artistic talent
I shouldn't have tried
My eyes hurt
I scrubbed it off
And than scrubbed some more
To punish myself for trying
I was just being stupid
It was just another fluke of mine
And now my eyes are bleeding
Now I have to face my shame
Everyone will look upon my swollen eyes
And know I tried
Tried to not be me
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...