A Book of Poetry

My Own Creation

In a pool of black darkness

I whimper and I cry

Surrounded by my fears

I cower and I hide

I’m tired of these lies I live

I’m tired of this world I’m in

I want a way out  

No were I can go alone

Behind my every move

My thoughts consume me

Drowning me, my soul

I want to so bad

Let it all out

But I keep it deep down inside  

I’m full of rage

Of furry red hot

And yet I’m still peaceful

I know not what will happen

If I let the demon out

All the pain and suffering

I wish I could live without  

I sit and ponder my coldness

And why I hate the world

The people and there actions

The winter and the cold

Or why I hate myself

For I am petty and uptight

No one knows the true me

I want to whimper, want to cry