My pain you see,
Is nothing that you'll have to feel
Nothing you'll have to see,
Just leave,
As usually you must,
For my pain is a fire,
Grows and attaches to things
while I simply have to watch
Im boxed in
And these hand cuffs are starting to become a problem
The pain
This pain
It hurts yet goes without any struggle
With each event
It explodes with each tick
My time isn't anything to miss
This is nothing you'll have to see
Nothing you'll need to be
You'll leave
Just like every other passer
My master
Well lets say he doesnt like to play
See, this is nothing you'll have to fear
For you are free
And i, for sure, make that clear
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
