Caught in the middle, quiet, unknown Drifting by lifeless, forgotten, alone Remembered watching, waiting, standing by Sneaking away from the smiles, still shy
Holding back thoughts, secrets and lies Deaf to the sound, the music, the cries Writhing their smiles, unknown to my pain As if my existence is just a sick game So I let them laugh, forget whats forgotten Letting me melt, sit here, rotten Inside I scream for just one listen
Just one chance To tell what I'm thinking Just a look, just a glance
But for now i sit quietly, my eyes moist with tears Sitting, pretending for just another year Watching them smile, existing unseen Caught in the middle, yet still in between
I enjoy'd reading this, the rhythm when I read this out loud to myself was superb, though it did falter slightly in the middle. This poem has a good flow to it, and after the second line I had to finish reading it. The desolate feel to this poem was straight to the point, I like. Though the line "writhing their smiles" is the only part that left me confused. All in all, this was fantastic.
You have presented a superb piece with classical structure.
It appears that you can't tolerate the situation located in the middle of your mission!
I am amazed by the charm of your expression.
Most lines may be chosen as favorites.
I pronounce these as the most favorite ones:
"Caught in the middle, quiet, unknown
Drifting by lifeless, forgotten, alone"
100/100
What a powerful, personal poem so filled with emotion. It brought me back a few years when I seemed invisible... isolated... alone. Dark days. Fav lines were "Writhing their smiles, unknown to my pain... As if my existence is just a sick game." Excellent write!
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