Pour me out

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I hate how people think that everything will be okay

I hate how they say they know what I’m going through

I hate when the line “Everything is alright,” comes up

And I hate the pity in their faces

I hate when people feel bad for me

I hate how others bring me down

I hate when people stare at me

When I can’t even look at them without a frown

I hate the tears in my eyes every time I think

I hate thinking

I hate the aching in my chest as I hear the silence around me

I hate the quiet

I hate being alone and yet I am

People think I prefer it but do I have a choice

I want to be held tight

I want to feel safe

I want to be loved

I want this empty space in my heart to be filled

I want a lot of things

A lot I must admit

And as I write this I notice it has changed to something I didn’t want it to become

I don’t want to pour my heart out to people who wont understand

I don’t want to tell people how I feel so they could look at me uncaringly

I need someone to talk to

I need someone to love me

I need someone to help me figure out who I am

I am lost

I don’t know myself

Who I am

I need help

And I don’t ever think that I’ll be aided

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