Tone: Confused/ Hopeful
Intro: I got cut on the leg or more like stabbed from a miskete tree. I see tree but it's more like a weed but anyway the pain has got me thinking.
Contradiction Two
Mark Myself
Oh Mark Myself
With Blood and Stained Tear Paths
Why so Frustrated?
I've considered that.
I don't know where to go from here.
Can you look
Can you look up
Can you smile from ear to ear
Why are you telling everyone you're alright when you burry yourself right here?
I point to your heart with no trouble
You know it's true
So Why do you struggle
You look away in defeat
I place my hand on your cheek
I smile
Look at me
It has been a while
Can you do it? I ask my words so relaxed
I don't want to believe the unbelievable
So that's that
Conclusion: I've been sick with Bronchitis. I can't stand how weak I am right now. I always get sick. It makes me mad. It's frustrating as you should know. I don't know why I speak in riddles to understand myself in the future, in the past, and in the present. I like who I am but I hate who I am I'm trying to decide on my own. I don't understand. Why should I be this way. What makes me so diverse. I don't want this anymore. I wish it would end. And in the end this is a poem all within itself.
January 4 2013
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Atonement?
PoetryWe all have regrets. We all smile. We all frown. Sometimes all we need is an encouraging word from others or seeing that someone else is also going through pain to understand one's self. In this book which consist of poems, entries, and thoughts the...
