I'm a mess and we all know it.
You see, I am a poet.
And I guess that I should show it.
But I want to control it.
And I don't want them to read these,
Cuz then they'd know my feelings.
And I wish they'd understand,
People say,"Take it like a man."
But men feel the same way,
Just not by the light of day.
Although it's clear for me,
I stare up at the ceiling.
And nobody will ever see,
That my head is in a tree.
Or maybe in the clouds,
All I know is it's still loud.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoesíaA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
