I think.
You think.
We think.
They think.
But, I don't think either of us care.
I feel angry.
I feel bottled.
You call me grumpy,
But you don't ask why inside,
I'm stormy.
I'm haunted by an unchangeable past.
When did you ask me how I was last?
"I care",
But do you really?
I'm living in my thoughts.
The only place where I never feel like an outcast.
I wish I could be happy.
But, I can never be.
Struggling, I write.
And I'm brought back to Earth.
Do you see?
22/03/2017
YOU ARE READING
Melpomene
PoetryHighest Rating: #596 in Poetry! Poetry collection of my own poems. Please enjoy! "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo da Vinci "A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a s...
