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Nov 2013
I drop my bag on the floor and run to my room
The only place where the real me lives

I turn on the radio and listen to sad tunes
The weather reflects my emotions

I look at myself in the mirror and see a girl
But what's inside of me stays invisible

Humans are monsters, they told me
But I'm not quite sure if I'm human

Because humans smile and humans cry
And that last thing is the only thing I seem to do

Other feelings, other emotions get turned off
It's like my monster contains of rain

Sad and slow, falling on the ground
Drowning in its self,
Trying to swim

Drops fall of my scars
I've cut them open again
Because my monster
Needs to cry too
Cali
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Cali  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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