Nobody seems to like my poems
although I fill them with the pain that
circulates from my head to my toes.
Expressing emotion is so hard to do
yet people expect that it's a simple trick
a thought come to mind, either a hit or a miss.
But it's so much more you see, the horrors
locked away in the depths of your soul
written down on a page for the public to see,
a way to vent those nights you spent in the
dark. What's the point of creativity if it cannot
be shared, if those around you don't find meaning from
all the time that you spend, hidden away behind a screen
broken down and typing the thoughts you have stored for
years. Though this poem might rhyme little, I hope that
you see that I'm just a girl behind a computer screen, hoping
to find someone like me.

One crossed the oceans
Yet nothing met him on end
A letdown indeed

A poem for the ones hurt
Though euphonic it may sound
You'll feel sad and inert
A feeling not so newfound
Where the words weigh you down
With the greatest intensity
Like it means to make you drown
In the bittersweet misery