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I'm cutting
The chains
And setting
Myself free
I'm sick
Of being
A caged
Beast.
Tired
Tired of being sick
Tired of being tired
Tired of being weighed down
By the weight of the world
I'm sick and tired
Of being imperfect
I'm sorry
I don't understand myself
 Mar 2015 Sarah Degnan
kailasha
Maybe I wouldn't
mind being myself,
If others didn't have
such a problem with it.
****** poem but hey at least I'm writing again.
 Mar 2015 Sarah Degnan
L Smida
Channeling
Every emotion
To a setting
Where they
Do not
Will not
Can not
Be forwarded
For people to see
Subconsciously
Assuming that
The whole
World
Knows when
I'm
Mad
Devastated
Furious
For some ******
Up reason
That is unknown
To me
But if a detailed
Word
Isn't spilt
About the matter
Then nobody
Honestly
Knows such
Feelings
Are being felt
Thinking people
Can look hard enough
Care deep enough
See through me
Expecting too much
But expectation
Should be higher
Not from those
Of others
But of myself
Dealing with emotional
Confrontation
Is something
I cannot handle
Everything in me
Will push it away
Hide it away
Never speak a
Word
About it
But why?
Acting like a
Five year old
Instead of being
Forward
Upfront
And
To the point
Why is it so hard
To speak a mind's
Emotional struggles
Finding words
Or explanations
Is an impossible
Task for my tongue
To master
I'm stubborn
I'm miserable
I'm attention hungry
I'm self conscious
I know I'm all these things
But
Is
There
A way
To change
Those
Parts
Of
Me
When
It's
Who
I
Am?
I sure hope so
 Mar 2015 Sarah Degnan
Legion
The monster that is me
   Is carefully suppressed.
My wildest desires
   Tucked neatly in a corner.

My mind rules everything:
   Even my heart is its servant.
Feelings are no match
   For the fear of losing control.

Because it will happen:
   my eyes will see through red.
Control will be lost.
   All in my path destroyed.

Help me.
For I am losing control.
One day.
I won't hold back.
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