Depths

I'm not deep, I am what you see
I'm not shallow, I feel and I bleed
The truth I always tell to you
Lies don't come I give whats due

This heart is shrouded in honesty
This mind feels guilt so naturally
I need no stories to tell my life
I'm an open book, up all night

You know what you get maybe that's sad
If being open yet respectful is really so bad
I apologize for not being full of surprises
But I think myself alone, should be worth any prizes

Sometimes I feel it's a crime to be so real
To speak and to listen, that is my zeal
Empty are the ones who hold truths back
Breaking the future, when stories come to attack

Yet here I am, broken and tried
My loyalty to you and myself inside
The real me I thought you kept in your heart
But it's lost with your lies, somewhere in the dark

Reviews

[Tamika]

I really like this poem and I feel like I can relate to it very much. Except for me, I feel as if the poem flowed well in the sense of topic until the last stanza, and then I feel as if it suddenly jumped into another story. The last stanza is very good, though I feel it doesn't fit in with the rest that you were talking about, or maybe to improve this you could have eased more into the heart ache. But otherwise I really like this poem, especially the first four stanzas because I can one hundred percent feel I can relate to it.