Sometimes I wake up hating the world
Caring for no one in it
Doing only what stress reviled
And ignoring what isn’t
Pain flows through my body
Quite often, frequently
Sulking becomes a hobby
And draws attention to me unpleasantly
Regretting my decisions
Wishing I were someone else
Somebody with vision
Anyone but myself
Hating everything about me
Wishing I were done
Leave my past behind me
And just, run
Hiding forever behind every tree
So I blend in with the shadows
Enabling you to see
How I scandal
Ripping at my hair
Pinching at my chest
Unable to bare
Till my last breath
Waiting for another place
Of which you can roam
Wishing for a teary face
When I'm gone
I’ll just let you know
You have no idea
The things I wish to let go
Are STILL right here
I like this poem cuz the raw feeling. The hate... and the resolution.. great poem. ~Missy
If I had the words I would use them to heal every part of your being, and in that moment you would realise how beautiful you really are.Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a professionally written poem with great idea and expression is quite inspiring..well done 10/10