It's reaching tipping point
I'm tip-toeing, treading on egg shells,
shyly becoming less forgiving
tired of you taking
tired of giving
Vertically overlooking the drop from a dangerous height
Not battering an eye-lid at the drop or the shadows of the night
confidently aware of the result
responsible for my failures
I know it's all my fault.
Wind pushing against me
It's keeping me from toppling from over the edge,
I can enjoy a whole party without saying a word
i'm busy talking to the demon in my head
being dragged to the left
being dragged to the right
I have learnt in the hardest ways you cannot make everyone happy
And trying to make everyone happy, is what has made me loose sight
confidently aware of the result
responsible for my failures
I know it's all my fault.
A grenade
People have scampered at the fear of it's explode,
I guess that's why is so quiet
I guess that's why I feel so alone
I do not want to gift wrap my pain
and hand it to the ones that I love
i just do not know how to get out of this rut
I've imploded to extremes of having more scar than skin
And I've imploded to extremes of feeling like I cannot escape the head that I am in,
confidently aware of the result,
responsible for my failures,
I know it's all my fault.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
