Poems From a Mad mind.

poem 71

I tried to be me.

I was myself.

I was weird and proud.

I just let words bounce off.

I weathered the storm.

I walked away.

I looked for the silver lining.

I turned the other cheek.

But yet I never learned to love myself.

I never made friends who were stood by me.

I was ridiculed for being different.

I was an outcast in my own house.

I felt like I belonged but it was all smoke and mirrors.

I was always alone, I was just blissful in my ignorance.

Now I miss the happiness I now know was fake.

I wish for something that goes against my believes.

I want to be ignorant in bliss.

To know is too see.

I do not wish to see the darkness that is me.

To see the empty life I live.

The sad fate awaiting me.

To see past the road coloured glasses.