I continue to
Try and be
The best person
I can but I'm
Always seen
As inadequate
Or made to feel
As if I'm
Not
Enough
Or as if
The skin
I was born
In is my calling
Card to failure...
I've never felt
As if I fit
In or belonged to
This world but
Still I try to
Hold my head up
And press on
But lately within
Myself I've been
Losing
The light
Succumbing
To this feel
Of loneliness
Where only I
Know the
Pain
Behind these
Eyes
That no
One cares to
Look...
I thought that
I'd finally found
Myself after so
Long of looking
I thought
Finally someone
Would understand
But now
I know I'll
Face this
World coldly
Alone
A
Loner
With no
Space
With no
Land.
©tam 11/28/17
About the Creator
Poetess Ava
I'm a lover of words... I've been writing since the moment I could talk... Expressing myself through verse is my therapy.
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