I haven't been writing poetry for long but it's something that's always interested me. It may not be good... but it's what I feel. thanks for the comments! ~Chelsea~
I love you, I hate you, I'm so confused!
Who am I to like them all,
To claim them as my own?
If only he knew…
How much I liked him,
Then maybe he would like me too,
But no I’m too shy to tell him,
We hurt others to cover up our pain
But we never want them to hurt us back.
Yet it is fairness that we lack.
If we learn this trait it would be our gain.
'Just do it and you'll feel better'
That's all I ever hear.
But do you know how hard it is?
Getting out of bed,