Help
I often feel
Like I don't fit in
Where everywhere I turn
I have to pretend
To pretend to be
Someone I'm not
So most of the time
I'm feeling distraught
This rage is consumes me
It rips me apart
But I can't tell anyone
I don't have the heart
This burden I bare it seams so immense
It's heavy
It's hard
It's just so intense
I'll beg and I'll plead
For someone to help
But my voice it's strained
It's hardly a help
So I'll try and be
Like everyone else
YOU ARE READING
Trying poetry
PoetrySome people let their pain escape through cutting or hurting others.. But me? I let it escape through poetry.
