My poems

Trickster

Sometimes I feel
What I say doesn't matter
Sometimes I feel
Your going to find
Someone better

I feel like sometimes
You don't like to talk to me
Sometimes I feel unwanted
Sometimes I feel as though
You don't care

Maybe it's my mind
playing tricks on me
Maybe it's just the
Patterns I see
That I saw before
When they start to leave me

Why must I be so insecure?
Maybe it's the little voice
Screaming no one will love me?
Maybe it's that voice saying
All they do is leave you,
And that they don't care

Maybe im looking to
deeply into it
Or maybe im
Seeing the same
Patterns as before

Why must my mind torture me
Why must I doubt myself
To the point where
I cry myself to sleep

I have learned to suffer quietly
While the show keep on running
And I stop glowing
Like I use to be

Maybe it's just me
Maybe it's just my mind
Playing tricks on me
Who knows what true
My mind is only the
Trickster and I the victim of it all