The Pain I Feel

The pain I feel everyday.

 The way you sit there laughing.

 My pain grows and turns to anger.

 

The pain you hand each hour.

 How you handle your addiction perfectly.

 The way we watch my anger rage.

 

The pain I have meets you.

 Who is the one laughing now?

 My raging anger brutly hurts you.

 

Today was the day my pain was supposidly gone.

 But now there's a new pain.

 The pain of regret.

 

My pain returns.

 I am the one on the street begging.

 I am the one worsing my pain.

 

Then there was the one who gave me pain.

 Your spirit returns the favor and I am gone.

 I still recieve pain no matter where I go.

 Dead or alive I am pain, the one who gave it to you.

Author's Note

My brain was randomly thinking of things yesterday and today I put 'em into a poem.

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

well, I'm certainly glad you did Trusting....or are you Trusting's friend?
How old did you say you were and how does a normal person write?
This is an excellent write Trusting.
well thought out, expressed, and emotional.
Though pain comes in many sizes and shapes, you have found what it is like to survive...and that Trusting....is the important thing.
powerful and poignant...
allen

[Akhand Pratap Singh]

very good :) "I am the one worsing my pain".. yes that's true :)

[Boy of the red]

Very strong and I loved it. Can't wait to go read more. Glad were friends

[Nobody.]

I am pain.

oof! powerful.

Strong piece.