My Poetry

Rules

Pretending to be okay
As I go through each day
I feel this twisting, violent pain
And I try to hide it in vain.

People notice but never comment
I have letters that could never be sent
It feels like a railroad spike going through my head
And sometimes I really wish I were dead.

People look at me with sadness in their eyes
Those beautiful, unhurt spies
That seem to try to decode my life
Based only on what they see of my strife.

I wish that something would sweep me away
Because I really don't want to stay
Without any reason for me to live
People only take and all I do is give.

I try to make friends
Even though I can't meet ends
I try to be a good person
And other people teach me lessons.

Lessons including these
Always talk to others in threes
Do not trust anyone
If people ask too much about you, run.

Only hang where you feel comfortable
Don't talk to people who look unstable
Don't go out in revealing clothing
Don't go into alleys if you want to keep breathing.

Never snoop around or listen
To conversations that you aren't in
Never follow loud noises
Only make smart choices.

And now I live in fear.

2022