Tears

Burning tears run down my windows,
broken mirrors - another mess,
rude the spirit, good the soul,
the way I think, can't be seen by anyone.

I fight my battles,I fight alone,
I try to explain,express a wisdom not many know,
But deaf still deaf and blinds still can't see.

Some space: that's all I need,
and empty room where I can scream,
love,hate and begin unseen.

You had this problem,
you may still do,
but you can achieve it, I cannot do.

I'm stuck in the middle,
stuck between freedom and prison,
struggling my way out,
heading ahead now...

Reviews

[just Penny]

I like the opening line as it gives an intensity to the poem. It has a building sense of frustration as the damage of being misunderstood is assessed.
"Some space: that's all I need,
and empty room where I can scream,
love,hate and begin unseen"
I can relate to these lines and often take off into a forest or some nearby walk and simply try to just be me. Nice writing. Penny :)

[GZ]

Thanks for the review, I'm glad you could relate to the poem. :)