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Apr 2014
All I see are castle walls
My limbs are broken
So I’ll just crawl
Because I won’t stop for them
But this fight won’t be a brawl
Because all this work has left me weak
I’m not a person
I’m a freak
The people yell curse him
Yet love is all I seek
I’m just a ******
I’m just a geek
Pathetic and weird
A ******* creep
I stand alone
A sea of sheep
It’s like they know some truth
That I don’t
Nothing can soothe
Or maybe I just won’t?
Cuz sometimes being sad
Is easier then fighting it
Why can’t hearts be ironclad
Why can’t dark paths be torch lit
Why can’t you never be mad
Why does life feel like ****
This isn't word for word my own experience. I wrote this thinking about being a teenager in general. Will probably see some revision, but I'd like to see what people think ^.^
Written by
John Porter Sherk
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