I often feel as if I have the weight of the world
Balanced on my head.
I often feel as if I shouldn't complain because I tell myself, "Surely this is what everyone feels."
But then there are days when I start to tremble,
Then I start to crack,
And just when I'm ready to shatter all over,
The demons from Hell come visit me.
Some are nicer than others, and they will say that they will help me.
That they will be by me through my life,
But the others tell me that I'm not good enough,
That I will never make it,
That I am a coward,
Too scared to let people down.
The good ones are the real demons straight from Hell, which is funny because the bad ones
Came straight from my real life.
I guess you could say that Hell is better than what I live in.
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The Poetry of a Changing Human
PoetryThis is where I am going to share my poetry. I have recently been writing poetry whenever I feel sting anger, sadness, or whenever I feel numb/empty, so most of it is going to be pretty depressing and stuff, so be careful and make sure that you are...
