Why am I like this...
Why do I feel these things I feel
Those feelings I keep deep deep down
But they stay so close underneath my skin
Just aching to be let out
Screaming through my ears
I notice it in the smallest of things
The way my fingers twitch
My sudden slowness in breathing
The metalic taste against my tongue
As someone just sits near me...
I don't understand why I get like this
My therapist said it's abnormal
But I was clever
I was so very clever...
I'm a free man among the living
I am free
I am capable of those deep deep feelings
That make me so abnormal
I don't know why...
I just don't know....
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
