In all I do, I seek a spark,
Chasing moments in the dark.
My planner's crammed, filled to the brink,
Hoping laughter is what I'll sync.
Nights filled with stuff, a busy race,
Claiming I'm learning, in every case.
I chase lyrics written by others,
To feel their pain, like kindred brothers.
Every argument, every word, with a past love,
Picked apart like a lone dove.
Blaming things, angry and cold,
A coping mechanism, a story to be told.
Before the mirror, picking at my skin,
Chasing beauty, where judgments begin.
Predictable actions in the quest for grace,
Running after love, a never-ending chase.
Reviewing wrongs, beating myself down,
Chronic guilt, my self-inflicted frown.
Overspending, overeating, oversharing too,
Craving understanding, wanting love so true.
Anything to break free from apathy's hold,
Yearning to feel cared for, not left in the cold.
Desperate not to feel nothing at all,
Yet caught in this cycle, an emotional sprawl.
A wish to stop, to end the chase,
Find peace in a quieter space.
But who am I without thoughts and emotion?
Pondering for hours, lost in my room's vast ocean.
Scrolling through screens, seeking a spark,
A video to stir a laugh, a cringe, a lark.
Anything to escape apathy's grip,
Waiting for the next feeling, on this emotional trip.
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Poems
PoesíaPoetry is my coping mechanism. It's a profound dive into the intricate emotions swirling within me. Each line serves as a carefully crafted expression, dealing with the weight of genuine, heavy experiences. Carrying the profound weight of what's tru...
