Shaking, perspirating,
Sweaty palms, unsteady arms.
My words are wavering,
And I think they're doing harm
To those around me,
And everyone who can hear
Or even just see,
They don't even need to be near.
Flowing, unknowing, unsure,
I don't know if I have been here before,
It's looks familiar,
I don't know if I should be here anymore.
Hiding, disguising,
Putting on a mask to cover my face,
Reminding
Myself of all the life gone to waste.
I want to run,
To go far away from this place,
Away from the very land I've walked,
And from all the people that have talked,
They can forget me, I'll forget them,
Because they will never see, no they'll never see me again.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
