Made by Anonymous
You do what you're suppose to do,
with no frown or fuss.
Not because you want to,
but because you must.
Day after day
It's like a routine.
Don't have too much to say,
You only do the right thing.
Soon you feel empty,
but you don't know what it could be.
You want no sympathy.
But it's something you can't see
Everything used to make sense,
but now you're lost in a maze.
You feel so tense,
and you pray for better days.
Something just doesn't seem right
You look for an answer that's not there.
You stay awake all night,
But you feel like no one cares.
It's right in your face
and you think it's safe,
or should you forget?
Things don't seem the same,
But what should you do?
You think you should change,
But change for who?
Understanding means nothing to you now.
Your heart is pronounced deceased
This should you allow,
or find your missing piece?
YOU ARE READING
Poems For the Wild Things
PoetryThis is us, the wild things, the beasts, the outcasts, the street smart, the nerds, the rebels. We are known to be disturbed, silent, unknown, and small... But we ARE creative, imaginative, known, loud, rebellious, fun, and BIG. this is us....
