I am the beat that breaks the song.
I am the drama queen you confuse for a damsel in distress.
I am the footprint in the snow with no path to connect itself to.
I am the unfinished piece of art, the brightest colors lacking a streak of paint.
I am the poem without rhyme, rhythm, or reason.
I am the story with no plot, empty pages flooded with dialogue.
I am the musician with no inspiration, incentive, or instrument.
I am the decision you can't quite make, tearing your will apart.
I am the insecurity hidden behind a sheepish grin.
I am the loneliness drowned in a stolen kiss.
I am the fear tickling your nerves, triggering your fragile heart to accelerate.
I am the show without an audience.
I am the writer with no message to display,
No emotions to convey.
I am the pessimism seeping through your pores.
I am the peer pressure you submit to,
The conscience telling you not to.
I am the information you never caught,
The song you never heard.
I am the eyes of those who cannot see, lost in a world of visionary arts.
I am the melody lost to a crowd of people.
I am the twinkle in your eye that only a select few can see.
I am the doubt you can't get rid of,
The dilemma you can't make sense of.
I am the line of poetry you scurry to write down before it is lost to a hectic world,
Slipping your mind, never to be shared with those lucky enough to be let into your closed, curious world.
I am the cramp in your hand you set aside to write just one
I am the truth without depth,
The lie that cuts to your very core.
I am the string of thought you refuse to share.
I'm the truth to your dare.
I will destroy your comfort zone; the one escape you have from the terrifying realities of life.
I am the senseless poet,
The confused, the stupid, the cliché; the mismatched word, the thesaurus you can't find.
I am on the tip of your tongue
But on the back of my own.
I am rolled into this jumble of words,
Having no end.
I am the single sound in an earsplitting cacophony…
To be honest...
I wrote this when I was upset about something, so I was basically just throwing up words.
Review, lemme know what you think.
note: will be revised.