About the Poem
This is a poem when I was very unhappy with my life. I wrote it trying to figure out all the confusion and pain I was feeling. Whenever I am sad I look back on it and know that it will get better.
|One word expresses the torment, the anger, confusion, and pain.
"Why? " I scream to the uncaring night. My emotions making me go insane.
"Why?" Again, I yell. The silence deafening, defeating, unknowing, uncaring.
I curl up in a ball alone and afraid, no one seeing, hearing, and much less caring.
The salty tears drip unchecked, following paths long remembered and known.
I try to deflect the blows of hurtful words that mar the soul but not the bone.
Blows not aimed intentionally yet hurt just the same.
I do not know when I have not felt the familiar pain.
What a relief it would be to be free!
To be excepted and liked just for being me.
Many may know of my troubles yet not so much as I,
And I know not the way to stop the tears that I perpetually cry.
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