Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
the blood in my veins a speedboat
a suffocating feeling in my throat
this body is not made for the brain
unexpressed frustration and pain
should there be a reason for it all
or is it just the me seeing it all fall

simply living in a land of the fittest
however not fair to criticize the nearest
alone when i see them losing their minds
lonelier when i see i have lost my mind
i wish to be free but i feel brainwashed
being judged and misunderstood
expressing the bottled-up hatred
it's so exhausting, often feels wasted

then you start writing - let some **** go
still trying hard not to go with the flow
and always wishing, wishing to be a bird
untouchable like an eagle
invisible for the entire earth
then i'm just existing, being there
pure behaviour and unspoilt nature
i realize my painting is edited
the materials are manifactured
and there's no way out
for a long time
it *****
Nienke
Written by
Nienke  29/F/Netherlands
(29/F/Netherlands)   
383
   Stevie Ray
Please log in to view and add comments on poems