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Jun 2019
I am split
Two faced
Neither is true
Constantly pretending

You don't seem like yourself
She tells me
You don't know who I am
I rebut

Doubt lies beneath each word

In a war with myself
A battle in every choice
Who am I to share my thoughts
If I don't know what to think

I am empty
A useless vessel
Consuming precious resources
Taking space but giving nothing in return

Unproductive lazy boring

I could just go
Waste space no longer
It could be quick
Your recovery too

Afterwards the birds would sing
The sun would shine
Busses whir by
Clouds would come and go

Everything would be okay then
true split self worth doubt battle choice empty quick waste
elisabeth
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elisabeth  20/F/Rochester, NY
(20/F/Rochester, NY)   
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