.
.
what I feel is,
confusing, fragile,
and rapidly changing
I am no Shakespeare;
not good in words but,
just a person who chained themselves
and lost the key
I write to feel, to procrastinate,
and maybe to blow off steam;
Hoping that each work bleeds
the feelings I want you to feel
being a crybaby is hard,
when you can't cry;
being emotional is frustrating,
when everything is too much
you bleed inside,
when you want to
act on those feelings,
[Not everything; can be expressed freely.]
That feeling is clawing
from the very depths of your being
They want to be free, do they not?
Despite that, they'll call you crazy
for feeling such things
Better to be rational
yet, they'll call you heartless
maybe something balanced would do
overwhelming feelings is a crime,
I guess dad told me why.
Society and its reality is relentless
a few several mistakes and
everything is in flames,
before you know it
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 7:38 PM UTC
.
.
what I feel is,
confusing, fragile,
and rapidly changing
I am no Shakespeare;
not good in words but,
just a person who chained themselves
and lost the key
I write to feel, to procrastinate,
and maybe to blow off steam;
Hoping that each work bleeds
the feelings I want you to feel
being a crybaby is hard,
when you can't cry;
being emotional is frustrating,
when everything is too much
you bleed inside,
when you want to
act on those feelings,
[Not everything; can be expressed freely.]
That feeling is clawing
from the very depths of your being
They want to be free, do they not?
Despite that, they'll call you crazy
for feeling such things
Better to be rational
yet, they'll call you heartless
maybe something balanced would do
overwhelming feelings is a crime,
I guess dad told me why.
Society and its reality is relentless
a few several mistakes and
everything is in flames,
before you know it
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