poetry by me

How I feel

How I feel is up to me

do i fill my world with love do I fill it with glee?

Of corse not silly I fill it with how I am percived.

I cast my feelings aside or out to sea.

I let others decide instead of go by what I see.

But inside oh inside I'm full of hatred

I'm full of dread.

sometimes I don't feel no not at all.

Then talking to me is that of talking to a wall.

I know I'm not great I know I'm not tall

I know I'm not pretty at all.

I'm stuck in a void I'm stuck in pitch black

I carry that of the devil on my back.

I never talk much

my tone is hush.

I'm dying inside

I have been awhile.

I pretend to be happy I pretend to have glee

whilst something inside eats away at me...............