I made this poem a few months ago, and I feel very proud of it :)
Dear Life,
Let it be falsely known that each word I say and mean shoots right to your dopamine and oxytocin neurotransmitters
While I may love and try, I fail to meet the standards of what it means to be human,
Lost in all the ways I could make myself happy and disregard the feelings of others
If I am to mask myself from hatred and annoyance, you may as well consider me artificial of my being
With nothing left and nothing to give, I shall hide away where others will discover me in ancient ruins of what is left of me,
Rotting and burning, trying to keep it together,
But sometimes I’m a glass trying to hold in water for you to smash against the wooden floor
I will not clean myself off, leave the others at fault to deal with me
I will climb the hill and with haste, rest on it until another unfortunate soul comes across it
Flowers in the distance, but nothing to be seen,
For life has trapped me to utter useless thoughts and do needless things
With others who abhor my very existence
With false love,
Captive.
(Wait, why am I kinda embarrassed now </3 )
Comments
Displaying 0 of 0 comments ( View all | Add Comment )