I feel like the forgotten one
The one who gets the late invitations to fill up space
The one who is feeling left out every time
The one for whom no one ever has time
Maybe it is my fault
I can't be the man I want if my inner child is still hurt
Can't heal if the object is still stuck between my chest
Feel like my life has been an elaborate test
I want to push everyone away
I want to find happiness in loneliness, there has to be a way
I don't want to tell people about my problems
I want to fight myself alone, no totems or even emblems
Maybe I am beyond repair
I remember hoping grace found me in the nick of time
Seems like I was wrong, it missed our date
It got lost and found me way too late
The more I push these thoughts down, the more they come up with more
And now I find myself raiding liquor stores
I feel like I am both the prey and predator
I can't even think straight no more
I just....
I mean....
Maybe if.....
What about if ......
No Tulips, no Loop or even Giraffe
No Squirrel girl or Jay, this Moses has no staff
Why part the red sea when I can drown in its depth?
Outcasts aren't remembered, even after death.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Comments (2)
I could feel your sorrow; keep writing! Good piece!
Honestly, your poem depressed me. Remember just one thing. This life is for once so try to live with full strength and let others live with your full support. Stay blessed.