Irate at the surface
Held against me
Failed bonds , who's to blame?
Only me
How do I rise above?
I'll take volunteers
Letting so many in
That's my problem
I look at myself and feel disgusted
Now the hate in me is buried in my reflection
Starting over again
Seems impossible
Many distanced atmospheres
Bland and horrid
So if you think of getting emotionally close
Stay away from me
It's for your own good
I know my place
The day i stop breathing , is that day that i no longer feel buried in my reflection
Seems... Pointless.... To try....
Intended empathy feels dry.
Circulating thoughts i have everyday
No reason to save me
I can't help myself
So you can't help me
Deep in a hole again
Just go on and leave me
Because my fate will buried in my reflection.
YOU ARE READING
It Begins
PoetryIt Begins is the 10th full length project written by American Poet Jasper Kalace.
