Too Sensitive, Too Emotional
I feel too much,
I cry too often,
And the weight of it all drowns me.
They call me fragile,
Overdramatic,
A weirdo desperate for attention.
But they don’t see the storm inside.
I notice the smallest shifts:
A tone turned cold,
Eyes that no longer linger,
Sighs that speak of exhaustion
When I’m near.
I see it all,
And it cuts deeper each time.
I carry wounds no one tends to,
Wounds time refuses to heal.
“Let it go,” they say,
But how can I,
When my heart absorbs everything
Like a sponge left out in the rain?
I break over the smallest things,
Tears falling for reasons too stupid to name.
I feel ashamed of my pain,
Yet it never leaves me.
Why do I care so much?
Why do I cry over people
Who barely see me?
Why am I always on the outside,
While they are my world?
Why do I give so much,
And receive so little in return?
I am tired.
Tired of feeling invisible,
Tired of pretending I’m okay.
I am tired of the ache
That never goes away.
I am tired of being me.
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The Sadness With The Light Of Hope
PoesíaPoetry book explaining the sad feelings and emotions experienced by people. Provide a deeper understanding in certain things.
