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1 year ago · · poems,
Sometimes i think back to the days
when the good memories overflow.
But even that sets me low.
Cause sometimes I look, sometimes i see. All the time i wish for the flow.
The flow of smiles that used to be me.
But no. All I see are the fears and frowns that drown me.
The bitterness inside me has built a wall, certain people see through me,
but others stall.
I feel like a dead limb off of a tree, that nobody wants and nobody sees. I feel like a score thats always being judged.
Im a score that knows its done bad. Im a score that know it can do better.
Im a score that wishes not to bleed or for it to bleed where people can see.
Im a tree that has fallen down.
I see the wrongs of me, but thats all of what others see of me.
Half of the time, I dont understand whats wrong with me,
Half time has come for my life and me.
I have had the talks. The talks about courage and faith. Ive had the talks of sadness and tears.
But it seems some people who are eager to share, are the same ones who give me the sadness and fear.
I try not to be enveloped in the pain, but sometimes i am the envelope, holding and hiding the pain.
i dont understand whats happened to me.
The one that used to be open and free. That was me.
But now im boxed in like a wild animal that is now in a zoo.
What do I do to be free of this cage that surrounds me?
Sometimes I fear of what will become of me.