these thoughts tie me down,
they tire me out.
my stomach in knots
I can't seem to breathe,
take in the air
my throat tightens,
constricts.
I am filled with poison,
invisible filth
they think I'm angelic,
gentle and kind.
oh how wrong
their perception is
I am ashamed
and guilty
I have them fooled,
maybe
I've convinced
myself too.
YOU ARE READING
weightless
Poetrylate night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]
