The words flew by me,
Again, my lips stuttered.
I just wanted to be free,
But the world again, shoved me down the gutter.
My mind begged and my soul cried,
But my body manifested no actions,
I couldn't create the truth, thus i lied,
I had been beaten into timid fractions.
I just noticed the thorns of the roses,
Just felt the heat of the sun,
Ideal seemed their beauty and power that they possess.
I just wanted to be pricked and needed to burn.
Dreams were snatched and targets were handed,
Requirements replaced passion,
I was stripped of euphoria and the tears landed,
I was enforced the career of society's choice and fashion.
I accepted it all to make others smile,
And I crashed again and again,
I wanted to burst my brains out and immortalize in the failure's file,
Instead of gifting them happiness and joy, i showered them down with pain.
YOU ARE READING
TEARS
PoetryThe outburst and the sorrow of failure and letting people down is hard to jot down in a page. It maybe relatable to you or maybe not, but there is always a tear whenever you look at the faces you let down.
