Inside My Head -Short poems

My story

As far as stories go, it seems like mine is timeless and slow.  

Ever running, without knowing where I'm headed.

All this time, my story is what I've dreaded. 

It seems like all blackness and shadows,

unlike everyone's lush meadows.

I wish my story were bright and sunny,

instead of lifeless, dull, and gloomy.

It's the same routine day in and day out,

filled with ever-growing anxiety and doubt. 

I've tried to change, to change who I am,

but it seems like I keep falling for the same scam.

Nothing is changing, I'm just making things worse,

every day like a never-ending curse. 

That's got to be it, I'm cursed, never to have a fairy tale,

instead, my story will always be dry and stale.

The one that people will shove to the back of the bookcase

because my story has no thrill, no amazing chase. 

I'll stay here, my pages cracking, growing dust.

all that my story has now is trust.

Trust that someone might come along and open my book,

finally find my story worth a second look. 

Until that day comes I'll stay in the shadows,

for how long I'll be hidden who knows. 

I'll wait until someone finds my story,

maybe on that day, my pages will finally find glory.