Book Of Poetry

The Forgotton Poets And Forgotten Past

We scream for help but no one hears our cries.

Soon we get tired of yelling and our voice just dies.

No one knows how I feel because I keep it all inside.

I need to put on a fake smile; so many times I've tried.

No one can see the dark inside of me.

You tell me I need to open up and I agree.

But every time I open my gates,

You tear me up and I get drug down by all the weight.

I'm driving myself insane from all of the stress.

I look fine on the outside but inside I'm a mess.

I wrote my feelings on a piece of crumpled paper.

Now that it's off of my chest I can float away with the water vapor.

I can now disappear from the place I've been stuck in.

I can walk away from the wire I've been waking on that's so thin.

I can create a new me and a new life.

I can now ignore the words that cut sharp like a knife.

-Ashtin Dee Harrison