Sorting through all
The bullshit.
Drowning in the lies.
Waiting for some answers.
Fearing the goodbyes.
Trying to act natural
While feeling like a fake.
Nothing's ever easy for
Hands that always shake.
Nervous that he's right,
that I'll never get to be
That strong, smart, beautiful girl,
The one (maybe) inside of me.
I dream every night
That one day I'll crack
From all the pressure.
It's calmness I lack.
And everyone will
Find out who I am
And no one will ever
like me again.
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryMy thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I...
