Our hearts were made to feel,
But if we don't that's when they start to rust.
Crumbling and decaying
Pieces falling like fine fairy dust.
So open your heart, let go
Free your mind, don't hold back
Because one day you will regret
Life when the light goes black.
Sometimes what we need is
Like oxygen and water, necessary but limited
Something we can't live without
And our lives will slowly will be inhbited.
Crushed thoughts, broken dreams
From living in a narrow minded society
Wanting to spread your wings, to fly
But then people say come back to reality.
How can I come back to reality,
If I don't want to accept it, if it's not what I want.
How can I follow a straight path if I know it's not meant for me.
I don't want my demons to rise, my regrets to haunt.
Sometimes, no one will be with you,
not even God, not even your family
But that's okay, because all you ever truly have
Is yourself and no one else, just you trying to stand steadily.
So I keep telling myself, I'll be alright
Once I leave it will all work out.
But I'm scared, so scared of being an adult.
I'll change and live in a cloud of doubt.
So I don't want to grow up, I don't want to change
I don't want my perspective to narrow
Don't want my horizons to be limited
Don't want to be someone shallow.
I want to be me, free and living in the spectrum.
No boundaries, no responsibilities, no regrets.
But the clock's ticking, and the world's turning.
Time flies, no time to pause, no time to rest.
I want to travel uncharted waters,
Listen to music, eat fine food
Live my life, be myself
And hopefully make it good.
I want to voice my opinions, stand for what I belive in
But culture and traditions hold me back
I'm a coward, no argument about that.
I think I've lost track
Of what I was trying to say
Never mind
That's Okay, I'm going to pray
To a God who's not from the religion I was assigned at birth.
Trying to pray
Trying to confess my sins
To find peace with myself.
But no one listens.
The sound of silence is deafening
The darkness in the tunnel
So goddamn overbearing
Making me spin.
Maybe this is what the Q stands for
Utter bewilderment
A winding path, no end
Back and forth trying to find a balance
But if I'm happy then it's all good and well
So let me be
Don't ever tell or yell
That I should change.
YOU ARE READING
pathetic poetry.
RandomThis book is updated when I feel inspired, or full of words that I need to put out. It's a diary/rant/patheticexcuseforpoetry. Sometimes I like what I write but mostly it doesn't even make sense to me. But nonsense is the best sense.
