The slow clap goes on in my head
My stomach screams to be fed
I just stare off at the wall
Like none of it matters at all.
I'm numb
There's nothing to be done
My stomach hurts
I lay there and curse
I need to eat
But I don't want to
I need to sleep but I don't want to
I wanna scream
But I can't
Because my words would make peoples heads slant
They'd team up on me and sing their ongoing chant.
That's why when they see me
My face is painted as one who is free
A smile for miles
Unique style
One who is always happy
Never crappy
The perfect person
The one who is always there
The one who always shares
The perfect person for thee
But is a made up version of me
Years of precise needlework
Tiptoeing around words not to make people Bezerk.
All to be the perfect person.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoesíaThis will be a compilation of poetry put together. Kind of like a poetry book. I will have my new poetry and maybe some of my friends but I don't take credit for others work so if a poem isn't mine you will know.
