I'm tired
And I've said so so many times I've lost count
I was told tired is but another word for weak
But my feelings are all but weak
The intensity tires me so bad
My spine breaks and knees shake
As I try to keep the fire of my wrath,
The fire of a thousand words left unsaid,
And let the flames of it burn me alive
As I try to tame the fury of my desires,
All the things I know my hand will never posses,
And it shakes the ground
Things bottled up for so long
kick and claw at my insides
Like a trapped wolf in a cage of meat
Biting it's way out and I confuse them for butterflies
And they wonder why I cry so easily
YOU ARE READING
All the Things I've Never Told You
PoetryThis is more of a safe place for my thoughts. I write down to pour out so I write often, and it's a way of coping. Some things are truly better left unsaid, and most of mine end up here, under the scrutiny of strangers. Feel free to tell me what you...
