My feelings, stirred up, like a boil of emotionsAnd the spoon is one of invisibility
Swiftly whisking away at my feelings
And I can't help when I cry
Or smile
Or laugh
Or frown.
Because sometimes it seems as if someone else is controlling my feelings
All because that's how shallow I tend to be
It's not me who controls my own feelings...
It's you.
You hold the strings to the spoon
You contain the pot that boils my sentiment.
And I just can't seem to help it-
That it's so easy to just
Poke right through me.
And see everything I feel
All my shallowness
Is too much in depth
And has too many reasons
And excuses as to why
It is as it is.
Because my feelings hold a sincerity
That only you seem to disregard
And that is why
I will never learn to love
Or hold myself
In such a manner you do yourself
With poise, and self-endearment
Because you ruined it all for me
And I just can't seem to let it go
Because I am just so,
So Shallow
...
So forgive me if I cannot seem to bring myself to
Apologize in the way you'd have liked
It's only necessary
For a person such as me
To be so stupid, and naive.
Because of how shallow I just-
Seem to be.
Forgive me-
If I grieve for myself
While you waste away
Everything that used to be
What I loved about myself.
Oh, just forgive me once-
If I tend to overlook you
Because I am busy
With taking care of myself
Because I just can't seem to shake
This definition of myself
With the name-
Shallow.

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PoesiaA series of poems that are made either randomly or scavenged from the din in my head. Some have deep meaning, some are stories and others are just random. Just like the title I gave this. So... Enjoy! UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS COPYING OR PLAGIARISM...