I want to scream help me, help me
but I know it's a waste of time.
No human will every be able to catch me at this pace
I'm running away with my heart.
I'm so torn in two.
My ideas I once called my plans are now just descions waiting in no mans land.
Escaping that's the only thing on my mind,
I just need to survive.
Yes, to be stronger than the wind that tries to blow me down to my end.
I want to claim that I'm strong
but the truth is I'm weak.
I'm just another prisoner to axniety.
I've never been so shaken in my life and I feel like I just keep breaking down.
Where is the strong person I used to be?
How can I save myself If keep falling?
But up I must go,
I have to reach those stars
but some days I wonder if it's really for me or to keep them happy.
So I guess I am strong because I have done everything to prove the haters wrong and to keep the king happily on his throne.
Yet at the end of the day why am I unhappy?
Maybe I must be the slave to become the moarch worthy of following.
Someday my smile will be just for me and me only.
Yet today is not that day
as I carry my weight with me to reach the highest peak.
This is just the confusion of failed plans,
but this is not the end of finding myself.
I haven't given up on anything.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
