There are different types of pain,
Some is physical,
But the worst kind is in your brain.
Pain is hating what you see in the mirror,
No matter what is there.
Pain is always having judgmental stares,
And you can't even muster a glare.
Pain is a constant battle inside,
Between what is best and what is right.
Pain is locking up you're feelings,
And keeping it together takes all your might.
Pain is being afraid of the world,
In the dark and light.
Pain is being all alone,
Every single night.
Pain is being a disappointment,
To everyone around.
Pain is walking down the halls,
Eyes on the ground.
Pain is people not understanding,
Everything about you.
Pain is people underestimating,
And the sad thing is so are you.
So if this is pain,
I've been through hell and worse.
But what matters is I am here now, writing this verse.
Even through all the pain and feeling blue,
I have found strength to keep going,
And you will too.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoetrySometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
