I have been called,
I have been named,
I have been labelled.
But all these
Can't tag the person
That lives within me.
I am a person,
Who can't be seen
From near or afar.
To grasp the true, painful soul
That lives in this vessel
You must find a key.
The true person
Is locked in many cages
From pain to sorrow,
From chains to scars.
Only a few who unlock it
Have left from the sight
No one ever stick around
And no one will.....
But I don't care.
I'm used to being alone,
Isolated and forgotten.
And without a pack
To watch my back
To feel love or care.
Just all alone.
With only my feeling,
Surrounded by a cold cruel world.
So that's why
I have so many masks.
Pieces of me lives in each mask.
But I can't let any more pain
Into my broken lonely soul.
No more blood trickling down the flesh.
No more tears flowing out.
No more puddles of blood.
No more pain to live with.
Since no one
Can handle the trapped soul
Once it's released from the cage.
So that's where it will lay
In a cold shackled cage,
As long as I'm still breathing.
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Poems of life
PoetryA group of untitled poems I personally wrote, from time to time within my life. I don't write poems often but when I do it will be posted on here. Hope you guys enjoy them.
