Weight on my shoulders
Holding a world on the back
Too much responsibility,
Too many tasks,
And this world
Must still spin
Carrying (caring) is never the problem
The kicks and stabs
To that back
Might as well be
Halfway through the journey
Half step in the coffin
May I carry you
Oaths are made as much as promises are a help
Shrugging the past, back to its place
Structure of the chances are blank
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Say It
PoetryCollections of poems throughout the time of high school. They were primarily written without any structure or rules. Those poems are very close to me. Each highlights the lows and highs of individual life and the perception of others and themselves...
