Blaming The Truth For Honesty.

 

Oh, I cannot stand this.

An empty room, but

it's so full, in here.

And the tears are welling,

building, creeping their

way past my barrier of

skin.

 

She was right.

In a million microscopic,

unimportant different ways.

 

But the larger things,

she had them so right,

that I was forced to

make them wrong,

just to save myself some

embarrassment.

 

God. It chokes!

I'm clutching my neck,

gasping for air,

damnit this room is

going to swallow me,

kill me, define me as the

girl who was, meant, did,

is nothing.

 

Am I ever going to escape

these four white walls?

 

Just let it be silent.

Please, just let it be quiet

inside my head.

 

Just let it stop.

 

 

Just let ME, stop.

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

Okay I am truly a memeber of your fan club. Love Love Love it. I never read a poem on this site where every choice word used fit. Some people see part of a story but you my American Idol see all of the story. You created such imagery and thought provoking pieces. Whew I am glad I found you and I will be back. I sent you a read request and now I am scarred my poetry is going to come across to you as poetry 101. I am sorry for that.

[Tina Odisho]

I loved this poem. Nice word choice, i liked how you didn't use dull vocabulary. I also liked how you described the room as four white walls. Very well written, keep it up.

[Dawn Jones]

I feel you so well thru your words darling girl and I love you more for ever one uttered. You mean so very much to me angel and you always will. I am sorry for your broken heart and I wish there was something I could do to help you mend it but all it takes is time. Your love is out there. Your twin flame is seeking you as passionately as you seek them and one day you will be together. I know it. Beautifully written darling.