Author: brokenbober PM
My first attempt at real poetry ever. It's just stuff that's going on inside me.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 129 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-08-05 - id: 1802817
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Nobody knows me.
People try to, they think they know but they don't.
I hide behind the life I live, inside this skin.
The truth is I don't even know me.
I try to look inside myself but all I find is a tangled web of thoughts and emotions.
There's pain there. From what? I don't know.
There's a little joy too.
I'm so confused.
I look in the mirror and see nothing.
Will I ever pull out of this depression?
Can I untangle what's inside?
I need someone to be there and help me.
I know I can't do it alone.
I look all around and see no one.
Just empty faces
In these places
People I think I know.