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I am an anomaly.

A flying rocket ship.

When times are getting tough

i shy away from my relationship.

 

I am afraid of being alone,

yet i crave the silence.

When I am told what to do,

I stand up in defiance.

 

I can't keep friends

because i find it hard to trust.

Yet i tell everyone everything,

to my heart it's a must.

 

A flower heart i hold in my chest,

I can't deny.

My friends know it best,

Although it is mine.

 

I'm hard to please, 

I'm sorry to say.

If I work in a group,

it must be done my way.

 

I feel as though this poem may be drab,

This is just my first draft.

Ideas i need to grab,

to make my writing craft.

 

In fact I'm so lazy,

I almost wrote a haiku.

i almost made up a puzzle,

from which solving would be hard to do.

 

It would be hard to complete,

because it would be about me,

and I would have just as hard a time,

because I don't know what to think.

 

Who am i?

I should know, but I'm an interchanging dragon.

So searching my mind soul,

would be difficult to imagine.

 

Much like me,

this poem is simple.

A couple words,

which express that I'm fickle.

 

I'm confused, compressed,

and slightly unimpressed.

I'm sure somebody else,

knew how to do this best.

This poem is about: 
Me

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