These big people with these big personalities
Their hobbies and their likes
Their lives interlocked with each other's
They all have something to say
They all have something to shout
To care for
And then there's me
Living in the altitudes of my own mind
Never quite being myself
In this world that I have survived
For so long
For so long
I am tired
And disappointed
That this is all I'm ever going to be
All I'm ever going to do
And then die alone
Like I've also been born
And then never have the opportunity to be
A person with a big personality
Like any other that there is
And speak my truth
And sing my song
And die knowing someone saw
Someone heard
Someone cared.
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The Things I Never Got To Say
ŞiirMy very own chaotic and inconsistent poems that help me get through life. Don't take me too seriously, I just have shit to say.