yes, I'm a poet and I'm proud of it too but reality sinks in letting me wallow in self-pity I'll always be the poet never a poem I'll write about their eyes their laugh their perfect imperfections but no one will capture my laugh my smile my beautiful flaws I will always be a poet but never a poem I will write about beauty and grace about love and heartache but no one will turn me into a poem I am stuck giving people words and never getting any in return
It’s not black or white No one will understand I went through something I’m still processing I am sad but I don’t understand why I am loved and I am in pain Why can’t they stop hurting me I’m too young to protect myself I need to protect them I need it to stop Why can’t they see I’m hurt It’s all a blur Memories are a blur The feelings remain I’m ashamed I’m angry I cry for my family I cry for me
Before you open the bag you feel the zing in the back of your throat under your tongue Lips puckered Mouth waters Eyes squint Reminds me of the days when I was so carefree that a piece of Sour Candy could pause the world halt my few childish worries and bring out the laughter I so dearly miss today
I finally feel like I'm me again I haven't felt this good Since I don't know when My heart is not heavy my mind is not spinning My soul is uplifted my life rebeginning My future looks brighter The path is made clear My family is closer My friends are more dear I’ve learned many lessons That got me to this place But the greatest of all Is to give myself grace
What if the best poem ever written has never been read The best soliloquy in history never once said What if the best song ever played had never been danced to Simply because we weren't given the chance to Save every draft and treasure your trash One day they may be discerned from the ash You could be the next Emily, I the next Poe And like most famished artists we'll never know