At the end of the night,
when I'm all alone,
Everyone else has hung up their phone
Ready to sleep, lying to rest
And here I am, monster flowing to my chest
Through my bloodstream, to my head
My heart's always torn,
I have no clue what's for the best
Everyone's sleeping
And im alone in my head
Voices shouting
"Am I not enough for a valid relationship?"
A long-lasting question
A story that never ends.
"Am I the reason I have no friends?"
I tend to think again and again
It's as if I'm putting myself,
in an institution.
The bus comes at seven,
And im here till 3:00
Typing these poems,
My only sense of peace.
My cousins are like artistry,
and I know, for me
they'd rip their arms out of their sleeves.
My family cherishes everything I achieve,
And I work very hard to please.
So why do I feel I am unworthy?
My family is poetic.
Artistic like water lillies.
Or lily of the valley's,
they belong in the spring.
Beautiful and kind
And im a rotting flower, left behind. Of my own destruction,
I assume.
Maybe I was over watered,
Or I burned too quickly to bloom.
