What Is This

Fri, 10/06/2017 - 17:04 -- MRSZAW

I don’t know why I’m mad anymore.

Constantly frustrated ball of death.

Confused little girl,

Laying there in the grass,

Avoiding all of my issues with anger.

Sad creature crying in the corner,

Where nobody notices that she’s upset.

How does someone mistake crying for sleeping?

I’m awake and you know I am or you wouldn’t speak.

You wouldn’t tell me you were leaving,

You’d just go.

Tired thing that doesn’t know what to think,

What are you now?

What are you doing with your existence?

Do you even have the energy to do anything?

Can you think past the here and now anymore?

Hopeless child standing there,

Do you know what you want from life?

Do you know how to help yourself?

You can’t even make your own decisions.

If I can’t tell what I’m feeling,

How am I supposed to tell others how to fix it?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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