my poems

alone

For some reason I've always stood alone

When I try to express myself

Every one tells me I'm wrong

No matter what I feel

I'm doing wrong

I feel like every ones against me

No matter how hard I try

Feeling these feelings of bi polar

I always want to cry

Am I a mistake

A broken mind and soul

Someone who doesn't seem to understand the true events that unfold

My tears fall daily

I can't stop them any more

I'm always doubting my self

Because they tell me what I feel is wrong.

Why can't I stop these thoughts

If there wrong

I must be broken

For what reason I do not know

I'm tired of being broken

I don't think I can be fixed

I'm I just like her

Will I be beyond repair

So i sit and cry harder

Hoping God hears my prayer

Trying to dry these eyes that seem to continue to hold despair

Why do I feel this pain so much in my chest

I don't want to be wrong

I'm just hoping for the best

Why can't I just get along

I hope I don't pass on

My broken disease

To give this to my child

Would just continue the cycle

The disease of bi polar I would not wish on my worst enemy

To live day in and out always being wrong.