Poems from Mads9753
I like being able to form truth and an image with my words. I live stringing them together and allowing yo reader to get something different or it touch them in a unique way.
Why am I feeling this way?
Why do I feel so alone?
The constant fear of never being good enough.
Anxiety swirls in my stomach just thinking...
Before I begin I already know what some of yall are going to say.
But it's something that I've got to get off of my chest.
Hate me with...
Could we make a pile of leaves so high,
that the mountains that we climb tremble at the size.
So that when we have to climb that mountain,...
If
Only
There
Was
An
Easy
Way
To
Do
The
Right
Thing.
The words continued to flow,
Written in the salt left behind,
in the streams down my cheeks,
It was rain on a window.
Anxiety whispers...