In the shower with the bizarre thoughts in my head ,
It's water that's trickling down my hair,
but tears that roll down my cheek,
I really thought that they cared;
how much pain can I possibly bare,
It's about time that I am pushed off the creek,
It's all going to be okay they said;
I feel I need to reach out for air,
stripped to the bones has left me weak,
feel like I have been laid on my deathbed;
my heart has been torn into shreds,
to be melancholic is so to speak,
are these situations that I misread?
doubting myself is what is left to spare,
unanswered questions is what I seek,
all the truth left unsaid;
to try again, do i dare?
piece by piece sorting out this mystique,
is this happiness that I feel that has been embed?
It's time to bid goodbye and light up the flair,
It's the only thing that makes me unique.
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Bizarre
PoetryIt's just normal mood swings gone through by myself and I am sure or do hope so that many can also relate. I have not experienced all this to a high extent but is mostly written in the form of a hyperblole. Hope you like it .