Trapped

To make you hate me like this?

I can’t fathom.

I’ve tried,

even forever you’ve

hated me so.

I could be trapped

in a cycle of nothing.

It will never come to an end.

 

Building…

building…

until finally explodes.

Until I’m made into

a mess I can

no longer clean up.

I’ve run out of options.

What to do?

Do nothing.

I’m useless.

To keep the emotion blocked…

I can’t do this anymore.

I can’t keep quiet.

I have to cry out!

Author's Note

I can't remember what I wrote this for. Some of my poems are very much within that category of unknown events.

Reviews

[Sam]

This is a wonderful peom. I love the "Explodes" part. :3 I have a problem with explosives.