one of my poems...

You try to change me
to tear away my beliefs
i am who i am
why does that bug you
youre never happy with what i do
im never good enough for you
i try to be the person you want me to be
youre finally happy with me
at what cost?
my face tired from the fake smile i wear
tears yearn to pour from my deadend eyes
my soul ripped and worthless
the cuts are the only visible pain
but you dont see
youre too blind to see
blinded by your own happiness
im torn what should i do
please you, and wither up inside
or be myself and dissapoint you
neither will bring joy or happiness to me
there is no other way
this...
this is my suicide

Reviews

[Howlsong]

be happy! noone has the right to change who you are, or who antone ealse is. you are wonderful, this poem is proof. so never forget that