Sometimes I get this feeling,
almost like someones watching but it feels somewhat stranger,
that somethings not right, but it's not ever danger.
It isn't a thought, its not like a song,
it doesn't scream in my ear how everythings wrong.
But some way, somehow, somewhere it exists.
I search for the solution, like finding a tick.
An annoying thing on your body thats starting to itch.
It starts with discomfort, then anxiety, then more.
My eyes feeling stormy, start to rain, then to pour.
The feeling always stops when I find the fix,
Sometimes its putting a lid on a bottle,
Or flipping a switch.
But its not always easy, and feeling isn't always that bad
However, once the solution somehow made someone mad.
It's not always, that this feeling has a fix,
it might just be something in my environment that doest quite fit.
The feeling is something that I can never explain,
Whenever I try, I get odd looks and hear whispers of my name.
I know writing this poem
trying to tell you is useless,
but I hope it helped to understand
so you arent left feeling clueless.
-Oliver
5/21
Extra: "From the outside looking in it's hard to understand. From the inside out it's hard to explain." -Unknown
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Vent Poetry
PoesiaJust some depressed(not all are) poetry that I wrote, some recent some not, but there isn't a lot, I probably wont update this a lot bcs I only write poetry when I have a breakdown and that's like once or twice a year, but enjoy!