in this world all i feel is pain,
all i see is shame.
all i've ever heard was impossibilities from the lips of those who believed in the unseen & expected me to parade behind their feet,
quiet & patiently.
no,
i believe in what i dream because i've seen people chase their dreams
& turn it into make believe -
a walking fairy tale for the eyes of you & me.
i never cared for the validation of failures who walked away from theirs,
if i count another shred of doubt i fear
i'll fall victim to the same fate
as the horse by the river's mouth -
gnashed together, dry forever.
i ask,
should i die because of someone else's disbelief? should i cry myself to sleep
because of someone else's misery?
should i stay confined in the same house as he who never cared about my peace?
should i still call him "dad"... "brother"... "friend"? should i let them collect from my hand
whenever they're in need?
i say, fuck the world, it never cared about me.
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Poésiethis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
