22 years

I have all these hospital bills

And my living will

All these pills that I take

And this smile that I fake

All my rage and my hate

Thanks, I’ll make my own fate

Quit asking me if I’m alright

You know I’m not that bright

And if I wanted you to know

I’d at least let it show

Sometimes I can’t even blink

So how can you sit there and think

That I’m ok, that I’m fine

That I’m waling on my strait line

I’m doing the best I can

After jumping to land,

On my feet and stand up strait

Although all the meat on my plate

Its often too much to handle

I’ll still hang my stockings on the mantle

And make believe in hope and dreams

When all I hear in my head is screams

And I hide my face

While I move from place to place

Wander the earth in a daze

And you give me that gaze

And try to read my thoughts

While I try to count my lots

I tell you, “I’ll be ok”

…but that’s what I just say. 

Reviews

[Lenard L. Banks III]

I love this poem baby gurl, showing signs of vulnerability takes and shows great strength. Real Spit