The Truth|| A Collection Of My Poems

Flower in a Maze

I have gotten used to the beating in my head,

I haven't been able to sleep in my own bed,

I don't care anymore if I am or not fed.

I used to believe in the things I said,

I used to have hopes and dreams,

Sadly, they are all dead.

I feel so lifeless, helpless as I may seem,

There is still some color left in my cheeks.

I can feel my soul drifting away,

Yet my body still stands day after day.

How is this possible?

How is this happening?

I want myself back so badly,

But I have let myself drift, oh so gladly.

Now, regret is all I feel

Now, life has no appeal

Now, success is no longer a big deal

Now, it seems as if my fate has been sealed.

When did I bow? When did I kneel?

When did I start fearing everyone I meet?

But I guess now that's all I've got,

Fear and a continuous lookout for a hiding spot.

A place where I feel safe, okay, not afraid,

Though at how rare it is to find,

You'd be amazed.

I guess i'll just keep wandering through this maze,

But I feel so dizzy, I feel so dazed.

Lights, bright ones blind my eyes,

While I watch a wilted flower as it dies.

I feel so ashamed, for I have blown my disguise,

Telling you all I am was too much for my pride.

A tear slowly slips from my fogged eye,

As I watch my flower finally die.

I hope, at last, it rests in peace.

I'll be here, waiting 

For my final release.