My whole life I've been told that I'm too deep but what exactly do they mean by this I wonder too
I feel down to the stop about all this
I'm just a single person trying to fight her way through the struggles of life
I find it harsh that I'm judged based on what they think they know of me
It's okay though because once again I'm used to it and it doesn't expire
I'm surprised my head hasn't exploded with all the thoughts that bounce off the walls
The walls that are turgid from too much absorption
I can feel them bursting because in time I've finally lost it .
I'm no longer the human
I'm now the shell of the human that was but its okay because they never notice or care
All they do is make sure I'm there for them in their need but not in mine .
YOU ARE READING
~THE BOOK OF DOUBT~
PoetryThese poems were written in a time of dark. They are not your everyday poems . WARNING:DEEP THOUGHTS AND MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME.
