I write poetry, without even trying.
I write poetry, to relife my pain.
I write poetry, to keep me away.
I write poetry, mad as a hatter.

I cant help it,
I strive to write about the beauty of life,
But end up setting free whats so dark.
I'm thinking "how could a kid be in so much pain?"
"Normally teenage life is all about going insane."

I can't get what makes me happy.
I tend to close up by acting cold,
          I'm not.
             Smiling to cover the clouds when a camera is near.

I can't cry for help,
I'm isolated.
No one will reach out.
No one will reach in.
I propose to shut them all out,
...

They won't understand.

Sun rising,
Everything will be alright.

By: Zoulaikha