I see the pain
Has marked my face
I am nothing
If not a disgrace
The lines that I
Have long drawn
Make me tired
And so I yawn
I look at all this mess
There is no outcome
And so I guess
This is just how it is
Nothing else to this
But I hate that thought
That these relationships
Are simply for nought
I don't want to believe
That this is true
But that's how it seems
Judging by the view
But maybe the view is wrong
Maybe I need to look
For a little bit longer
And maybe the outlook will change
I long to be close
To a human soul
And have each other
Truly know
The inner workings
And the outer show
But instead in my heart
The distance will grow
I am unsure
If its worth the risk
I am not pure
Perhaps that is why
Everyone will fly
Away from me
When they see
Who I really am
And my life is a sham
I am not me
Or who I want to be
But i long to grow
And to show
The world all my work
To let them all look
What the demon took
And see how I went on
And continued living
But yet no one know
And so I am alone.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
I see the pain
Has marked my face
I am nothing
If not a disgrace
The lines that I
Have long drawn
Make me tired
And so I yawn
I look at all this mess
There is no outcome
And so I guess
This is just how it is
Nothing else to this
But I hate that thought
That these relationships
Are simply for nought
I don't want to believe
That this is true
But that's how it seems
Judging by the view
But maybe the view is wrong
Maybe I need to look
For a little bit longer
And maybe the outlook will change
I long to be close
To a human soul
And have each other
Truly know
The inner workings
And the outer show
But instead in my heart
The distance will grow
I am unsure
If its worth the risk
I am not pure
Perhaps that is why
Everyone will fly
Away from me
When they see
Who I really am
And my life is a sham
I am not me
Or who I want to be
But i long to grow
And to show
The world all my work
To let them all look
What the demon took
And see how I went on
And continued living
But yet no one know
And so I am alone.
Random nothingness my poems seem to be getting worse and worse the more I write.
