I'm not so nice but it won't suffice to tell you any different
The praise and admiration only make me much more distant
I try my best to help but I feel I only help myself
My selfish thoughts and actions are the hand that I've been dealtI try to express with feelings but words can never flow
So I bide my time and wait untill they finally start to show
My anger, pain and anguish only hurt me More
The hurt my friends and others in ways I haven't seen beforeI always see my weaknesses never any strengths
I want to finally be free but I can't cause of my restraints
But my freedom will arrive one day my pain will be no more
Instead of worry and pain and strive I'll learn how to restore
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poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display