That feeling inside
I'm trying to shun
Been keeping it hide
Deep down, very low
At the very beggining
Would not even know
What it was about
When started to grow
It came out of nowhere
When I was okay
Arrived like a big boss
Left no space for else
I cannot remember
The very first time
But now time has passed
I know's been a while
Each time was here longer
It tossed all it found
Each time hittin' harder
It was all about now
Then it was gone
Like never been here
Left me some memories
That got me to bleed
It filled me with peace
When it dissappeared
Tho still kinda careful
Cause scars were too clear
And then it was back
"Hello, sweet of mine
What are you up to?
Have you missed my acts?"
"Please just go away
I haven't invited you
Have you got no manners?
I have never wanted you"
"Oh dear but you did
Haven't you realized?
I'm there 'round the corner
Always ready, cutie pie"
That's how it stood
Making me sad
Turning me awkward
Wanting to die
But then so I was
I was growing up
I was living life
My mind changing up
It just adjusted
To my kind of flow
It never changed ways
It kept glowing up
I gave it some names
I thought I'd gone mad
Am I someone else?
Why can't I just stop?
There is something else
That's running my mind
It's out of this world
It likes when I cry
But fun story, y'all
I don't really cry
I disconnect
I just... who am I?
There's tons of different people
Who've been here with me
They say "it's their demon"
And make poetry out of it
Depression, anxiety
Are these your own arms?
They say you control us
Your embrace is like that?
But no, I can't blame you
You're nothing if I
Don't give you permission
To break me apart
So what, is it me?
Am I my depression?
Am I going crazy?
Is this retrospection?
It has made me angry
It has made me sad
My own roller coaster
I love it, how's that?
But I aint no masochist
And I don't wanna lie
Can't call it an illness
It hadn't messed up like that
Now I think I know
How to recognize
The red flags and clues
The beggining and start
I have always had
Can't act otherwise
But knowing and acting
Should not be on war
And it changes my ways
It keeps me aside
It fights all my battles
It tramples my pride
I lose me in my own
When it is inside
The it i'm avoiding
It is my worst rhyme.
YOU ARE READING
Rhymes and lies
PoetrySometimes words speak to me in English, and there's nothing I can do about it but to welcome them and let them be. I don't consider myself a poet nor would I call what I do poetry, but they rhyme, come straight from my soul and help me continue liv...
