The sun rose
The night fell
The sun reluctant
The moon reluctant
Everything reluctant
I wanted to stay
I wanted to be stationary
Never moving
Never
But that is inevitable
For this world is forceful
One big push
Forced
So that you may continue
For society sucks
It expects greater
Strength, happiness, comfort
Paying jobs, sports-enthusiast
Stereotypical, quite sucky
I am everything but that
A broken mess
No strength, no happiness, horrible
Low-paying job, bookworm
Everything against that
And yet I continue
To break myself
Piece by piece
Filling in false lies
That I am not good enough
Telling myself to disappear
Telling myself I am a mistake
Breaking me apart
Piece by painful piece
Until I am exposed
Vulnerable
And a mess-up
For society to see
YOU ARE READING
The Sun in His Eyes
PoesieStatus: finished . A boy expressing that men can, as well, express the extremity of emotion women can reach. Through traumatic loss. . a book of poetry, to cleanse the soul:)
