I'm trying to find a girl. She hides behind tears that no one sees her cry. I think she's trapped under a mountain of insecurities and lies people have told her. If you find her, can you tell her she's loved. Wanted. Can you help her understand she's not a burden if she wants to talk to someone?
Split skin on red knuckles, the sanitiser has left its mark. A Common-place application, a routine, like brushing ones teeth. Scars bare the hallmarks of a damaged soul, searching for a safe solitude. How did I get to this point? The point of: avoiding others, hiding away, irritable behaviour. An Introvert? Perhaps. A word now at least I understand, as I drift into a lonely world or some single-player fantasy. Mask on, shield down, a warrior heads into battle; to fight an invisible war. Unsure of the outcome, unsure of himself. Not sure of anything, anymore.
Standing in the middle of these innumerable insecurities.. Still waiting for those fake possibilities!! Surrounded by all those liars! Who pretend to be my admirers; Feeling too low to express.. Too low to introspect! Loosing everyone I've ever had, Everyday things grow even bad!! Too alone to be consoled... Too exposed to be hated!! Feeling soo alone, Amidst of this mess I've created.. Far away from life! With nothing for me to revive.
Here I'm alone with tears... Growing silent..numb.. holding all my devastating fears!!
With this poem I've tried to put my feelings into words.. thanks for reading.
The things I write, I find no please. I won’t lie nor dare deceive All so blank and muted, times passed by and the ink stain only grows and wets over, I’ve grown so accustomed to it all Like the tumble weeds that roll in a circus act, no significance for deserved applause — That’s how I see it all
The words, Christ, so irresponsibly thrown around Some I can’t even find, despite them laying on the ground — Blanched beauty, twisted Frames where has my head been wondering off today? All a shoddy word puzzle, with no ounce of light or single Saving grace
i wish i were normal do normal things when i go out being attracted to normal people i wish the way I dress sometimes were normal i wish for my expressions to be common, to see the world as it truly is to have normal dreams, and a normal state of mind making me a confortable person to keep around and a perfectly normal person for being loved.