They say it lifts weight off your shoulders
To talk to someone about it
But that's not true, for me at least,
No matter how much you doubt it
It adds several kilograms
Of guilt to my frame
That they might keep thinking of it
That they might take the blame
That I'm just trying to get people's attention
That I'm simply being a brat
If there was ever a level-headed inch of my body
I wish it would please come back
I have to support the others around me
They need it far more than me
But one day, at some point, my shoulders might break
Into pieces for all to see
YOU ARE READING
A book of small poetry
PoetryThis is going to be a book of some poems I've written because I'm new and original. Some will be me ranting about humanity so, I suppose, I apologise if that annoys you.
