I write my poems to keep me going.
I sing my songs to keep me open.
I draw some pictures they release my stress.
I use my tears because they clean my mess.
I have this mask to hide it all.
I made a net to catch my fall.
I think of dreams because they give me choice.
I speak the truth, it frees my voice.
I looked down the tunnel to find a light.
I search for strength to help me fight.
I look down to avoid all eyes.
I don't tell secrets so I can avoid all lies.
I push you away to keep you sane.
I abandoned my mind so I can forget the pain.
I sew my scares so they can heal.
I hold you close to help me feel.
I do what I can to survive.
I live everyday trying to feel alive.
Is this to stay my burden?
I can't run from my past.
In the end I hope we can last.
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My Untold Stories: Poetry
PoezjaI started these poems in high school my senior year. I am dedicating them to the damsels in distress, the misfits and the total outcasts.