this isnt a poem its a thought
it runs through my brain every second of every day
you walk my way and pass by me in pain
you say you cant see it
no shit sherlock youre not looking at me
you look at my smile and my laugh like they truly exist
so just walk right past and forget i insist
this isnt a poem its a feeling
this isnt a poem its my head
the thoughts that tell me to go ahead
the memories that cause me pain
the truth that never is said
they always lie
just like my smile and i try
to hide this for a while
this is not a poem
its my trial for court
the judge inside my mind sentences me to death
but cant find me guilty no matter what is said
this is not a poem
its just in my head
~Dezaray Schilling
YOU ARE READING
In The Stars
Poetrypoem book of my own personal feelings and poems as i find old ones and write new ones each and every day. join me on my journey through this road of monsters hiding inside me.
