The pressure was inevitable
It has all run thin
The costs were incredible
It almost spelled the end
I have changed in a way that was
quite unexpected
Maybe I need to take a break from it
all
Before my back gets slammed against
the wall
I avoid the curse words and racial
slurs to find true meaning between the
lines of the teen dreams that I
currently succumb to on the regular
Forgive me if I drag this on
But my chest feels as if it is slowly
being crushed by an anvil
And if I don't move
I will eventually lose my will to live
The time is never to let loose with
emotion
So I will let it go now
Even though it may cause a huge
commotion
At poetry
I will always be an amateur
At life
I will become a veteran that will
scream his views from the rooftop
The pressure was inevitable
I always knew that it would invade my
privacy
The costs were incredible
So I can never afford to have any
setbacks
The die has been cast
I now use my words as boomerangs
Hoping they will come back to me
From the ones that think my writing
should be more than a hobby
-K
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy Dreams
PoesiaMy poetry is an extension of myself. Every time I write, I stain the page with portions of my thoughts and emotions. Pieces of my former self lie in the stanzas. What is left is the current version of myself. This is my story, more or less.
