Nobody’s doormat.
I’ve had it with feeling isolated,
And I’m tired of feeling confined,
To a place unknown to the outside world,
It exists only in my mind.
The feeling cuts through my progress,
And creates new mental damage,
Leaving me with a single weapon,
Language.
I’ve got to build my walls,
Back up, over again,
Its okay to fall in the process,
I can fight my battles, with the help of paper and a pen.
I’m a better than this,
Better than this feeling,
I refuse to play your childish games,
I’m better than this, You won’t stop my wounds from healing.
I’ve grown tiresome,
Of being your doormat,
To you I’m worth less than a possession,
When misery grips me tight, I must give my life a brand new format.
Around me,
I have those that matter most,
In 2012,
To misery I don’t intend to be the host.
Forget the breakdowns,
I won’t give up hope,
My dreams are now more colourful,
Than the brightest kaleidoscope.
When debating giving up,
I have to begin to hold myself together,
Feelings of deep sadness,
Are very rarely forever.
The reason that I’m living,
Is because I deserve to,
I’ve got my dreams ahead of me,
Dark days, are something I know I can get through.
I’m better than this,
Better than your games,
I believe I can break free,
From these chains.
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The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoesiaLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...