Me

My face cracks when I smile

I’m just a s**t pile

The darkness surrounds me.

I’m just a depressed flea

The voices control me

The sadness penetrates

It really kills me inside

I feel shrivelled up and dried

Trapped in my own mind

I’m lost no one will ever find

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Dalebear,

You shouldn't be so down on yourself. Nothing to be down about. We all have interesting traits about ourselves. You just need to remember to collect it, and use it as inspiration.

Regards,

Matthew

[...]

. if you're there in the cafe ... i'll find you ... and i know how it feels ... but you're an amazingly talented poet and painter ... and artist ... and now you've got to be brave and spend time writing and painting more and more and more and more ... and then they'll know ... how special you are ... and how wrong it was what they did ... that's what i think about me too ... so i keep writing ...

[Bridget Mcmaken]

wow very good poem, just awesome. sorry you feel this way though. I wish you the best.