I'm not going to change,
I've tried,
And I've failed,
At being someone,
Who is better than me.
I can't change.
I grew up,
Having to teach myself,
How to act
How to be,
How do think.
I had people to guide me,
But they all taught me,
So many different things.
I can't be everything,
So instead I'm nothing.
So much has been thrown my way,
I have become,
A cold stone,
Heartless and strong.
So people think.
I have become a self destruct bomb,
Unpredictable and wrong,
Why people always leave.
It's not them,
It's all me.
I try to do good,
I try to be good,
But I'm not.
I'm a mess.
Instead if thinking rational thoughts,
I act on impulse.
I go and I do,
But I don't think.
When I try to do what's right,
I do everything wrong.
I mess everything up,
And destroy the few things that matter.
I lie,
I say I don't care.
I don't care about the ruins,
That I leave behind.
I don't care about the hurt I feel
When I destroy something that's light.
Who I am,
Isn't who I think I am,
It's who know I am.
Everyone claims that I am,
This person that,
Causes bullshit,
That's not necessary.
That I am this person,
They try to love,
But fail to when they see my flaws,
When they see that I am,
Too broken to be fixed.
shattered.
They all think there is something out there for me,
That's good and bright.
But they don't understand that people like me,
Are buried in a hole so deep,
They can't get out.
I know that there is something wrong with me,
Why else would my mom,
Choose drugs Over me,
Or my cousins get send me away.
Why else would the doctors,
Give me medicine I didn't need.
Or put me in therapy for so many years?
My friends always edventually leave,
It's nothing new when one,
Finally has enough,
And just gives up on me.
I am a work on progress,
I'm trying to get better
But I don't know how.
This is all I've known.
I have come to learn,
That I can't make a mistake,
Or then it's game over.
So many nights have been spent,
With stinging eyes,
and dried up tears.
I'm used to the,
Pain I feel,
In my heart whenever some on says.
I'm done.
I guess I'll be okay,
Struggling to change,
I'm used to it,
All the goodbyes,
And cold lonely nights.
This is a tribute to anyone who's been told they were not good enough or given up on.
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Tolerant
PoezieIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
