They say never let your emotions rule you.
I usually don't, but hateness brews.
Not to you you see.
I can never let myself be free.
Sometimes I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.
What more could I bring
Other than pain, regret, and humiliation.
So I pretend. Until it's no longer pretending.
Take a few breathes, shut it down shut it off.
I can't say anything. I can barely scoff.
For everything that's happening is my fault.
It's not a metaphor or a cliche, it's the consequences of myself.
Consequences of my actions, just another token on the shelf.
What more can I say?
Just living with my mind day after day.
I'm not entitled to feel mad, or even sorrow. I made it happen so I don't have a right.
Tears may cloud my line of sight
So I turn them to my mind, and torture for hours.
You have the added power.
Added to the tower.
And then I'm back to where I started yet somehow it's worse.
I excluded my soul, tore away from the tower, like a blacked fucking curse.
I feel so small
With you all so tall.
So I say again, maybe just a little quieter.
I don't have the right. Say it a little louder
I don't have room to talk, say it slower.
Everything is because of me.
Shut emotion
Shut the tears
Shut the pain
Because what have I gained.
Other than a stain.
What have I gained
Than the feeling of shame.
Exclusion is right up my alley
Don't ya think.
-AC
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What Goes On: A Collection of Poems
General FictionA collection of fictional poems that may be dark. What goes on in your mind? In your heart? Are you trying to put it into words? Take a sneak peak and see what you find.
