Oh, Look at me now, I'm a mess,
Filled with anger and distress,
Loving all of the darkness,
Turning into an ice-queen, all heartless.
Oh, what do I do to see the light?
Should I throw away all my fright?
Or should I lie awake throughout the night?
Oh please tell me, how should I make myself right?
I try to fly away, but something pulls me down.
I try to look out, but something makes me frown.
I try to close my eyes, but something stops me from doing it.
I try to be the 'Roman in Rome' but I still can't fit in.
Oh, I'm loving all of the torture,
But something still whispers in my head and says- "why do you have to suffer?"
Now it's starting to linger,
And now I ask you, can you murder me?
So that I can die in peace.
Cause I can never be the perfect one as the others,
I always try to change but they always say I can't.
They call me a pessimist but I am not,
Why can't no one figure out,
That I just need some help, to find the right way.
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The World Of Poems
PoetryA book filled with unsaid thoughts and emotions written in lines which rhymes by a recently turned 13-year-old. Venture into the world of poems and be enthralled.
