I try, everyday
I smile, laugh, listen, and wave
I try not to think about my miserable life
So I help others deal with their own inner strife
I try, not thinking about the scars
Marring my thighs and arms
I try not to think of how tired I am
So tired, from how many dark depths I've swam
I try not to break out in tears
From my own anxiety or fears
Instead I focus on something else
Anything and everything besides myself
Because when I look in the mirror
I see a flawed stranger that's bitter
See a too big nose, strange brows, and too dark eyes
See not an angel, but a devil in disguise
I try, so hard
To be happy and mend my hearts broken shards
But sometimes even playing pretend
Won't earn you the bestest of friends
I'm kind because I've been through abuse
And I've been used
So I try to treat others kindly with an open ear
But even then I just get drank like a beer
I'm still trying though
And probably always will
Until one day my heartbeat slows
And my breathing stills.
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- Published: March 14th, 2025 09:29
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Comments3
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Although clearly having been and still going through painful times, the write is about being positive, treated others how they hope to be treated one day.nicely written and well expressed
A sad poem that tells the tale of physical attributes ruling over the internal. Hard to ignore the external in a world that values what marketers call beauty. A heart wrenching poem of suffering
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