A Collection Of Poems

The Game

I'm scared

Scared beyond belief

But do you see me hesitate?

I'm tired

Tired of running towards the future

But do you see me slow down to a stop?

I'm depressed

Depressed with a sense of hopelessness

But do you ever see my smile waver?

I am scared of what it means to be depressed,

Tired of being scared.

A cycle of hopelessness...

Yet none of these things define me

I do not let them take control

I am a puppet, but I broke free of my strings.

I am a doll that refuses to be played with,

A tin soldier that does not wait for its orders,

I am a mask that is cracked with its many faults.

And although I am a doll, tired of playing

And although I am a soldier, too scared to listen

And although I am a mask, depressed of what I've become

I am still a part of it all.

The game

The war

The show

I am still a part of this sick and twisted mania

And for that I am ashamed

But there is nothing I can do.

No matter how many strings I break

I am still a part of the show.