"Spilling Thoughts" Free-Verse Poem


I miss my creativity

Scared of rejection

I’m not that strong

To deal with persecution


I know everyone feels the same

Only some don’t hold back

Guess I’m not one

I just give up


I’m being stubborn

I’m being stupid

That’s my downfall

Stuck in the middle


I’m safe right here

Why risk falling

Because I could win?

Not likely


Nothing is real

All is just chance

Tired of standing still

But afraid to move on


They say just push through

Sounds easy enough

Can’t get the courage

Something holds me back


I know I’m good at what I do

But there’s more to talent

People don’t have to be great

To win the spotlight


They just need courage

And people by their side

I’m a nobody

Who really doesn’t try


Everything I’ve done

Was because of someone else

They forced me to see

That I can do more


The things I love most

Include writing and acting

Neither I strive for

They’re not dependable


Acting is worse

You need connections

I was in drama

Didn’t like the teacher


She made me feel like shit

I cried a lot that year

I never fit in

Partly my fault


I shouldn’t have left

But I couldn’t keep going

So I just gave in

To the fear that I held


Was tired of trying

Being ok with nothing

I wanted to scream

Pay attention to me


I know that is selfish

It’s not what it seems

I didn’t care for the spotlight

Just wanted to matter


I felt like what I did

Didn’t make a difference

I could easily be replaced

My presence meant nothing


I was treated like a nobody

Guess that’s what I was

People ignored me

No one wanted to help


I was the last

They put me aside

Didn’t consider my feelings

Got tired of trying


I don’t know what I’m saying

Just that I’m scared

I don’t want to be stuck

Blending with the rest


At the same time though

I’m not like the rest

If you think about it

I’m actually behind


People moving on

I’m left right here

Too many reasons

That push me down


My mother is scared

She’s lost enough

I can’t even drive

It would be dangerous


How am I to grow up

If I’m not shown how

They don’t let me experience

The things I’m supposed to


I’m constantly frustrated

I pretend it’s not there

Nothing I can do

Just hope that it changes


Too much to say

Doesn’t make a difference

You’ve heard it before

What’s the point


There is no ending

Going in circles

What will happen

Just have to find out

  • Author: Merissa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2018 13:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: I know, I know, I know. lol. Forgive me. There isn't much else for me to write about. This one is kind of random btw. The ending is choppy. Tell me what you think though? Pretty please, with a cherry on top? *gives the puppy eyes*
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 14
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