My Words. My Thoughts. My Poetry.

Me

So I sit in the corner of the room

it's only as tiresome as could ever be

the emotions I had as a child are gone

I don't know why or how,

but it is what it is.

I see her sitting in front of me

it's a blessing.

My past, close, dead relatives were

Mourned for by those around me

I sit on the bench

Forcing tears

Forcing the sadness I cannot show

I would rather not feel the burden of others

However, I face death almost every day

In return.

I live two lives

You dont know me

I try my best to be the person

The person you want me to be

I will not say that I've failed

But I have yet to succeed

I am the mysterious

I am the pure definition apathy

You do not know who I am

You've only seen the iceberg above the water

You've yet to find the true me.