What is it I want to say?
I don't think I even know all that I convey..
Upset, confused, is the fault my own?
It's always the same. Sometimes, I want to move to a place where no one knows my name.
A place with a total different view.
A place where peace of mind could be renewed.
A place I'd run to as if I was a criminal.
A place where pointless
conversations were at a minimal.
I wonder if I've lost all hope?
Like my life has made a noose
and handed me the rope.
I don't run from my demons..I learn their names.
Never to point fingers, I will always take the blame.
Sometimes, there are days I don't speak at all.
Find myself at work silently crying in a bathroom stall.
I wish I knew what it is I wanted to say.
I wonder would it even matter anyway?
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Weight of Words
PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.
