poems- just my feelings

Just, poems. My feelings

-me?-

Why do I cry?

Because my "feelings"

They have been stabbed

Behind my back, through my heart

I see anger and sadness

in the people around me

And I do not like it

I feel like something within me

Releases itself from the rage

But I have to conceal

Conceal this phase

I can't watch

Watch this movie of life

It's fucked up and flipped out

Society is told not judge

But it does anyway

Parents try to do right

Only causing more heartache in the end

They don't see

They can't

For they are blind folded.

Blind folded by their own world

For they can't see we don't wish

Wish to take their paths

We want to follow our own road

But they aren't understanding

The pain we go through

When we try to explain we get,

Pushed, and told other wise

Well I'm tired of their lies

I want to think And rise

Ride my own path on my horse.

Wish me luck to go my way