I am not important.
I am not needed.
My words don't mean anything.
The way I sing isn't unique.
The way I act is just like everyone else.
I am not important.
My heart swells.
My eyes water.
My lip quivers.
My lies don't exist.
My honesty is relevant.
My advice isn't taken.
The world will not be shaken.
If I just left.
To disappear is what I want to do.
Because when I love.
It is never returned.
My feelings are overturned.
My emotions mean nothing to you.
My pain means absolutely nothing to you.
The tears spill.
I have no will.
All I do is take my pills.
All I can do is write.
All I can say is "okay."
All I can be is me.
And somehow that isn't enough.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
