Always Acting

This is one of my first poems, I wrote it in a journal and just found it.

Up in the morning I rise

Feeling the heat of the sun

Warm enough to open my eyes

But I can't and into nothing I run.

 

Into this dark place I was pushed

Crying and screaming and mad

All my life I have been angered

But this just makes me sad.

 

Slips on a shirt not knowing the color

Feeling scared and alone and rejected

Wanting my own personal savior

To save me from being confused and contorted.

 

This is what it means to be alone

To have so many feelings you cannot say

Terrified that you're on your own

But you act happy anyway.

Author's Note

Just decided to add it to my online collection.

Reviews

[Phear]

amazing! as usual ;)