If you feel bad
It will leech unto me
The headaches of yesterday are migraines of today
Worries become anew and I won't know what to do
Unless you tell me to
To comfort, to cry, or simply to be
Unless I know what is the matter,
The order of my life will scatter
And I won't know what to do
Unless you tell me to
Whatever it be,
Please know you'll always have me
Because I'm always afraid
Of how well a masquerade
You will show
To hide behind attractive insecurities and the hate
But there're times
When early becomes too late
Because I didn't know what to do
No one ever knew
Even when the rope turned your face blue
Why didn't you tell me what to do?
YOU ARE READING
Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
