This isn't me i didn't write this.
It doesn't explain at all how i feel.
Poem's left unresolved.
They're all unfinished.
I've finished a poem before.
Felt it was all.
All i could possibly scrawl.
My own scribbles I've read and read.
The best of them.
My dog doesn't deserve to be fed.
But inside unjust and locked tight.
Iron and steel with coarse cage.
My true feelings will never take main stage.
I've told many stories. Some true and false.
I've never told this story.
It's close to my own pulse
Come here touch my chest
Words do no justice
Let me put this one to rest.