Up in the clouds
Of red ticks and
Blue lines
Waiting for the moment
That would never arrive
They said that they would
Wait for me
In the end
But words are just lies
And so are your promises
You'll never find me
In the desert I've created
The sands are shameful
And the air is all Poison
I'm tired of all the action
The chasing and reactions
I'm tired of being hidden
When I'm pushing myself
Can't you see that I'm trying?
Can't you see that I'm caring?
Can't you see past the face
I've no choice but to
Stick with?
Okay, okay, yes
Maybe she had got it
all wrong.
Maybe she didn't mean to say it
And just thought I wouldn't care for long.
But she's right.
I would.
Until one day I remember.
There's only so long
I can smile for
Without wrongs
The porcelain mask breaks
As the smile grows
It stretches and stretches
Til the even the yellow sun goes
On and on
I'm forced into the mold
I'm tired of
Being mistaken
No, I'm not always broken.
I'm tired of all the action
Of chasing and reactions
I'm not angry all the time
Only you make me so
I'm just born that way,
I've had no choice
What can I say
If I look stereotypical?
YOU ARE READING
Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
