My Very Personal Poetry

Detached

What kind of person doesn't love their family

Completely detached, yeah I try to be

People only know what I let them see

Still, who knows, maybe one day they'll see the real me

The one who hides behind lies

The kind of person society despises

Judgement, clear across their face

Putting people under microscopes

And self esteem isn't something that can be replaced

But still we try

Try to fill the void left inside

You're left with choices and only you can decide

Forget half empty

Forget half full

That void is a glass with a gaping hole

It'll never be filled

No one is ever, or will be enough

Can't find that diamond in the rough

So tell me now

When the drive in life is to be thrilled

Is it really a wonder why we end up killed