Poetry

The Ignored

March 1st, 2019

I'm so sick of emotions.
Everyday, all they seem to do is bring me down.
Doing things to distract myself doesn't help.
Having people trying to make you feel better,
But only because they feel sorry for you.
You'll start to question if anyone cares.

Does anyone care?
Could someone prove that?
That you actually matter to them?

Tears are ignore by many.
Maybe that's a good thing.
Then you don't have to go through the pain of explaining.
Even if you do,
There's never the right words to say.

"Sorry I'm acting this way."
We all come across that pain.
Probably because we all are the same.

Life can be a living hell.
Here to always show you the bad in life.
Look around.
Abundances of people who don't know how to express their feelings.
Forever locking them away inside their minds.
Maybe hoping that one day it'll be better.