These emotions come

 and they are broken


like a piano untuned


Like a string that is going free


they keep rising, inside of me


You keep coming to the surface


You refused to be ignored


You want to just be acknowledged


But I am tired of feeling you,


I hate being sad


I just want you to go away


and I hate that the world 


won't ever get to see you.


I keep hiding away


this part of myself


I hate to be like this


And I don't know when its coming


and I don't know when it should leave


Some call it attacks and all of that


I just know that it is shameful, sometimes, to be me

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