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Feb 2016
He asks me how I feel
As I'm struggling to decipher what is
And isn't real
Drowning within emotion
As I try to sever this subconscious
Devotion to an illusion
Confusion of delusion
Becoming lost along the way
The cost of worth I cannot pay
searching deep within
Determined to begin
Calling forth my sense of will
To self reflect until
I stop ignoring the signs
Reestablishing the lines
Of my self esteem
That I will redeem
Because it's mine!
As I straighten out my spine
I look up and say
I'm fine.
Even though it may not seem it
This time I really mean it.
Miss Grim
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Miss Grim  31/F/Rhode Island
(31/F/Rhode Island)   
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