Poems of the truth.

The Feelings Inside

As I lay awake on my bed. I see the tears that have been shed. As though I said something to make things worse, I try so hard not to curse. 100 needles go down my spine, Almost like a porcupine. I can't seem to compromise with these evil thoughts in my mind. As one bad thing to have lead, goes continuously on and on until I've been fed up with it. I feel as though what I say is wrong, like an unorganized song. It doesn't take long until I start to get nervous. As my hands shake and eyes water like lies repeating, I start to think of ways to start retreating from my class. I end up getting stuck in a room full of mistreating people. I feel unease and crazy like if everyone wont stop staring. I just want to yell "Stop looking at me!" without people thinking I'm some kind of little creep. I feel out of place like if I don't belong. I still can't understand what I did wrong. Among my smile there are things you don't know. I try not to show how I really am. I feel as though I am drowning in a very low and deep ocean. I try to make motion with my arms to signal for help. There are no boats in sight, just myself. I am lost and losing my breath. I feel that I am slowly inching my way toward death.