Are you gong to stop me now?
I'm just getting started
I'll worry about all and wonder how
To thwart my brain by which I've been so cruelly outsmarted
I'm doing it all
Staying awake at night
All the way from sanity this fall
Only in my head stays my fright
And the whole world tells me I'm fine
You know how I hate to whine
Yet the whole world knows nothing
Of the pain I've been confronting
I don't need to go to Harvard
To have a happy future
I know I don't need to work harder
For all attempts are futile
I'll fail if I get it all right
Because I'll fail my dreams
I've been stuck above delight
Working too hard to be happy it seems
So shut the door and lock it on your way out
Then understand I put myself in pain, and walk away while I scream and shout
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
