Poems

Burden.

Burden.

by. Clara Cecilia Cordero

Second year of College

Am I supposed to change after a year of college? Have I?

How come a year ago I was at a different place. I look at my surroundings and I see walls and doors and windows and stairs but feels empty, soulless.

Feel tired and drawn to emptiness.

I feel... it shouldn't be that word, because I'm not feeling, I'm not feeling that's the thing.

I have no friends to lead on when I crumble, but do I need them? What do I really want? What do I need? People could be around talking heir loudest yet I'd be zoned out. Who am I and what am I doing here?

I don't feel no more when I write. I used to be angry, sad or inspired but now they are just words , there's nothing; not even sorrow. Am I a burden? Because that's what I'm believing I am. What I am? What am I doing here?

After a year... was I supposed to change? Have I?

My words have become meaningless and soulless.

Am I a burden?