Wow...how long has it been since I've posted a poem. Probably a few years, but i thought I might as well do it now. Got nothign better to do, seeing as how my overactive mind is keeping me up.

Anyway, this is a poem I wrote a few weeks ago on a night very much like this one where I couldn't sleep and had resorted to crying (yes, I was crying. I'm human to, ya know.) Don't technically like admitting that I was, but...too late now. What was I crying about exactly? Everything and nothing at the same time. When I get really stressed, it just tends to happen. That's all.

This is just simply a poem that reflects something quite personal, so please be nice. It's just the way I tend to feel sometimes (like now, for example) around my friends (when I see them) and with my family (man, I hope they don't ever find this...). I fixed it up and added to it, and so...here you go. Suppose that's all I wanted to say. I'm not that great a poet, but i hope this is at least somewhat good.

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"Nothing At All"

Why must I be the one
To suppress and sacrifice
To always wear a smile
To always act so nice

I can’t say a single word
Or hint at a complaint
Too quick am I shot down
And forced to show restraint

But everyone gets angry
And even I get mad
Control can only last so long
And I can’t help it when I’m sad

Why can’t I say the things
That no one wants to hear
Is it wrong to be honest
Is it wrong to be so clear

I wish I knew the answer
So maybe you would stay
I don’t want to lie
But I don’t want to go away

Why must I always be the one
To suppress and sacrifice
To force a pleasant smile
To always be so nice

I can’t just stay quiet
And bottle up inside
I can’t dig a hole to climb in
To just lie down and hide

A scream is unbecoming
A shout is much too rude
So how am I too say the things
That reflect a heated mood

There is no apt displacement
Like no thunder for a squall
So perhaps it would be better
If I never said anything…at all