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Mar 2018 · 248
Shame
Mark McCormick Mar 2018
Everyday isn’t the same
Because you change like the moon
But from someone who is meant to love me
From someone who now loathes me
I’m sorry

I look back at all the memories
Then I look back at all my mess
I wish you could see me the same
And not just see the shame
But I guess i’m on the plane
And I’m going insane
I messed up

I can see your dead smile
But I’m already dead inside
Broken and left in pieces
Because of what I did
I guess I deserve this
Because the issues comes back
Every time I blink
This is my fault

So now I’m now left to drown
Inside my own shame
I want him to say it’s: ‘okay’
But I’m likely to get a: ‘go away’
I’m sorry
This is poem is about how disappointed my parents are too me. This poem explains my feelings and how compunctious I am.
Feb 2018 · 176
Inoffensive
Mark McCormick Feb 2018
One insult
i guess it should hurt
But trust me, I’m like a shield
So keep on firing


Your words
Strong and harsh
Shows your personality
Shall i get a mirror?

Im bored
of the same insult
So entertain me
with something new

Big groups
One weapon
One “joke”
Another stupid
This poem is about people trying to insult me on who I am, this poem shows my anger towards them type of people in just few words.
Feb 2018 · 204
Looped
Mark McCormick Feb 2018
I’m here again
stuck with the same argument
continuous choices of ‘love’ or ‘leave’
repeated over and over again

Love can hurt
but love can’t answer
and now I’m stuck again
in the same old loop

I guess I’m selfish
regardless on what others say
but my loves shares
which is my worst enemy

I can break the loop
today or tomorrow
but I’m comfortable in the loop
Well i think anyway

I made mistakes
Unfixable too
because i break it more
in the same old loop

The morning greets me
And she needs me
My love makes me
My brain deceive me

I want help
But i’ll get the same advice
like getting told the same joke over and over
It’s so simple

My mind is divided into to two
Leave or stay
Like two countries in a war
in the end the’s nothing left

I want me
But yet, you need me
So there is no me
But only “us” to define “me”

Im here again
back at the start
Just like my life
On constant repeat
This poem is about my love life and how much it is on a constant loop. This is a personal poem to me.

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