Lost

I don't know who I am or who I'm supposed to be.

I try to cry but I can't, nothing is falling down.

Its a good day the sun is shining and the sky is blue but I still feel down.

I'm so sick of this feeling.

Now I lose it.

I scream at the top of my lungs but no one can hear me.

I fake a smile.

I get up the next day praying it will be different.

But nothing happens.

I'm lost.

Again I realize I'm weak.

I hate being weak.

I'm not supposed to be weak.

I'm lost.

Reviews

[Skye Fields]

Very honest. I like the raw simplicity of the lines, especially "I hate being weak," "I fake a smile," and "I'm so sick of this feeling." I also like how the line "Now I lose it" seems to tie in with the repetition of "I'm lost." But seriously, my favorite part is "I hate being weak." I know I said that already, but whatever. I love that line!

[0_o Abbie]

This poem defines you. wow.... Really interesting. I've been trying to get a read on you and now I have one. :D *maniacal laugh! jk. I love this poem. :D

[Stripes]

The rawness of this poem is great. It's a spot we've all been in and we all know. The wording is simple and very forward adding more to the simplistic feeling and the raw emotions.

[r]

i love this. i think everyone hates being weak, i know i do

i can really, really relate to this poem. in fact, i now have an inspiration to write, lol. Anyways, love this poem.

[Wicahpi]

Sometimes, we just are.
Hopefully it passes.
This reminds me of journal entries.
It's good to write it out.