I find ways to vent
And hope it leads me right
Get rid of all the emotions
That I rather keep out of sight
A little vulnerable
A little weak
Easy access to my heart
Easy access to see
All the things that shouldn't be
A dilemma, a turmoil
A hideous side of me
Too many truths
Where all my lies can be
What does it mean to breathe
To open your eyes and see
Nothing's enough
Nothing in love
Tell me my faults
Like it'll help me solve
All the things I already know
I fear too much
Complain and waste so much
Time
On things that don't matter
Like the bottom rung on a ladder
Step on, step down
Never enough, never around
Ignore me
Yell and show me
My words, my voice
Goes over you head
Not my house, not my home
Not my opinion, not a person of my own
Put my heart on rent
And hope it'll settle at night
Get rid of all the emotions
That I rather keep out of sight
Too vulnerable
Too weak
Easy access insecurity
Easy access to me
All the things that shouldn't be
A dilemma, a turmoil
A pathetic side to me
And sometimes I wished
To lie where only darkness can see
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Simply Poetic
PoetryMiscellaneous rhythms and meanings meant to convey feelings and thoughts, maybe they'll make you think, maybe they'll make you wonder what's wrong with me, maybe you'll even enjoy them. Simply put, it is my attempt at good poetry
