I could write 1,000 words
Just to try and explain
Adjectives, nouns, and verbs
To show the layers of my pain
A million thoughts I could elucidate
And try to describe
A billion fears I could illuminate
To paint the picture of my mind
But in order for you to
Try and comprehend
I would probably have to pick up
More than just a pen
To try and grasp who I am
From words on a page
You'll only see a milligram
Of my mistrust and rage
You'd still only see a piece
Of something so complicated
But you wouldn't see me
No matter how many times you read it
So go ahead and waste your time
Staring and trying to read me
You will never understand my life
Because you don't even see me.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Not A Story
PoetryThis is a work of literature about pain, rage, and how it feels to have someone see you and still see through you. A group of poems.
