There's a pressure in my head, an aching.
No emotion on my face, stareing blankly.
I can feel where they want to escape. My tears.
The traumas I've experienced through the years.
At the same time I need to cry, I can't.
I have no one to go to, to rant.
I feel like I'm a bother to my few friends.
Then worry about things like what happens when life ends.
Fearing for others and myself.
Forgetting my self wealth.
Wanting and wanting but knowing I can't and won't want it later.
I feel like a traitor, Because of a hater.
Losing love and never having affection.
Noticing my every imperfection.
No family to go to.
Not knowing what to do.
I have let my emotions strain,
Because of all my pain.
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
