I used to be happy.
I used to love everyone,
I was oblivious to the world,
And it's cruelty.
I don't know when it did,
But as soon as it left me,
That innocent and perpetual joy,
I was cold.
I'm not sad.
I'm confused.
I don't blame you,
I don't blame my friends,
I don't blame my family.
I just know that my mind is messed up.
I never was normal,
Never quite correct in the head.
Treat me like the pushover I am.
Throw me away as soon as your done with me.
Leave me the second I don't meet your needs anymore.
I don't care.
It's kind of hard to care,
When you don't know,
Who or what to believe.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
