Feb. 13

Feb. 13

A Poem by Joy Lynn

My mind is a mess.

How can someone you say had 'everything'

Feel so empty and hate their existence?

I have so many people around me

Yet I am convinced I am alone.

Their smiles look fake.

Everything they say

Are heard as lies.

I can't trust anyone.

I am always alone.

I hide the truth with a halfhearted smile

And people just walk by the truth.

I burn myself

My 'best friend'

My mother

Ignore it and just walk away

As if they didn't see the blisters on my arm.

I want to talk

but they pull away and never let me speak.

I WANTED HELP AND THEY WALKED AWAY!
The truth is in front of your face

But we pretend everything is okay.

I'm a wreck.

I am hurt.

I am alone.

I never know how to tell someone how I feel

Cause I always just hold it in.

I feel like soon enough I might just explode..

I can't do this anymore.

© 2014 Joy Lynn


Author's Note

Joy Lynn
I didn't originally write this as a poem.. It was just words spread along a paper during class... Tell me what you think.

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Very strong emotion. Hard yelling when everyone walks around with themselves shoved in their ears, especially those you believed were always there for you. Keep yelling, even a whisper can be heard by the person willing to hear it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked it. It has a lot of emotion, and our emotions are mixed and confusing, and the writing shows that. It's a shame what a human could do to another human

Posted 10 Years Ago


Joy Lynn

10 Years Ago

But it's life and in life there are going to people who don't care. And we grow to accept it. Ya kno.. read more

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Joy Lynn
Joy Lynn

FL



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I'm 18 and live in FL. I write but I don't truly define it as poetry. I write whatever comes from my mind and let it flow. I usually write things that are dark because that's what comes naturally to m.. more..

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