Did you radiate
or did you drain?
These thoughts have you in vain,
but still you refrain,
you know you'll regain,
but you're feeling insane.
You reach out and try to explain,
but to them you speak to entertain.
Going against the grain,
time and time again,
you remind yourself that it's your passions that will maintain your sane.
But friend,
let's take a trip down memory lane.
All perfect until life got inane.
Speak none, feel none, is what they say about pain.
You pushed these feelings as far as you could down the drain.
You're smarter now,
you know enough to come in out of the rain.
You slip up, now and again.
But you know not to take the blame,
or expect ones label in vain.
Sometimes you rack your brain,
for reasons why in this mindset you remain.
But compared to the rest of life,
this is nothing more than a bloodstain.
YOU ARE READING
Letting it out.
PoetryI've always been taught to hold in my feelings, but they're getting too much. So I'm letting it out.
