SubconsciousA Poem by RivaxorusMy subconscious, isn't my friendYou make me want to believe What can I really think of They are thoughts I really don't want Well maybe I do But I just can't convey them like I want While one thing, may lead to another All I can do is listen Does everyone honestly think that's enough? What about how you feel One's pain can be another's enjoyment So when we're happy Does that make you sad I honestly don't know how, to make you happy Whenever things get better for me They get worse for my friends Relationships, schoolwork, jobs And when I get worse, they get better It's happened before At every place At every corner Every time I move As soon as I'm comfortable enough I change schools I change neighborhoods I change myself I can stand there and listen Because when I start talking I don't stop And I say things I shouldn't I talk a lot And when someone tells me to shut up I feel neglected, I feel shut out Like I'm the worst person in the world My subconscious Is not my friend It tells me things I could do But then I end up never doing them I run away to my writing It makes me feel better But still I keep growing farther away from everyone I want to trust people But my heart tells me otherwise Even the one I love Is that neighboring star in which I dream of reaching to The night is my friend I am not my friend It brings me joy To make people happy But I just can't do it That I can make everyone happy
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4 Reviews Added on April 27, 2013 Last Updated on April 27, 2013 AuthorRivaxorusApple Valley, CAAboutHello there my name is Abby Lawless, although I do prefer the nickname Rivaxorus. I'm Seventeen years old and live in California. I love writing, I'm hoping to make a career and live off of working wi.. more..Writing
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