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Apr 2017
All of my poetry feels the same.
But, what is to blame?
Is it what I feel?
Is it the reoccurring events in my life?
Is it who I am?
All of my friends are liars.
I've been thrown into the fire.
Again.
In my head a voice rings.
Telling me,
That nobody likes me.
And its been telling me this for a long time.
And so, I have become a mime.
Stuck in a box.
Oh, what a paradox.
An invisible voice locking someone in an invisible box.
This poem is messy but oh well... that's how my thoughts are these days anyhow.
Kelsey Lauren
Written by
Kelsey Lauren  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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   Cné and Ryan Hoysan
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