Beneath The Stains Of Time Poem by kayla mcmillin

I am alone.

In a sea of people.

Lost in my own thoughts,

Trapped between questions and answers.

Hating every part of who i've become.

I try to run,

But i've already run to far.

I try to hide,

But i'm already invisible.

Nobody knows who I am,

Because I show them who I want to be...

Happy,

Strong,

Free,

Intelligent,

Someone to look up to.

On the inside...

Hope is starting to fade.

Courage is becoming transparent.

And my future consists of one big question mark.

I have become a prisoner to my own...



FEAR.



Is the ugliest emotion.

It is an illusion.

Meant to protect us from harm.

Yet it happens to put

Dreams,

Goals,

Happiness,

Out of reach.

Our greatest desires seem unattainable.

We laugh at the possibilities.

And are forced to believe they are impossible.

Everything isn't,

When really it



IS



Life really as beautiful as we describe?

Full of...

Disappointment,

Failure,

Sorrow,

I feel hopeless.

My question is the answers,

And my answers have become questions.

Uncertainty,

scares me.

I could jump from the top of a building,

Not caring if I would fall or fly.

I left my optimism,

Right where I left my motivation.

Everything has become nothing,

And nothing is certainly not



EVERYTHING.