You ask me why I changed my name, and cut my hair,
And why I never really seem to care.
You ask but you don't really want to know, you're curious, not caring,
My thoughts, to you, are not worth sharing.
My reasons are mine, you mightn't understand,
Your capacity mightn't be able to withstand.
You've seen a change, it means more than you think,
Pulled away from the ship destined to sink.
I do actually care, I just don't care to show,
For the feelings are there, I just don't want you to know.
I don't want to be weak, to be seen to cry;
I'd rather not share these thoughts from inside.
My thoughts can be scary, sad and absurd,
And I hate to talk about them unless they're hidden in these words.
A way to release such madness from my skull,
Lighten the load when my brain is full.
Forget the annoyance, upset and pain,
Ignore the voices that nag at my brain.
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.
