The feeling you will recognize, but wont admit

Ingrid

Sky never blue

                 Cry

Orchestra whining

                Wishes to die

Dishes too high 

  shit on the floor

  surely a human cant take it much more

                         Called a hore

at school

for something that she didnt do

        WHY you so whiny get out in the weather its sunny outside cant you see

dont have to be blind                                                                      to   see what im going through

I know you want my best but life aint a test of who can be outside the most, yes im bored but who the hell knows

 

GET OF MY BACK you nosy noise
                                              have no choiche
                                                                    but to listen

You cant get to my insides i could be dying or out of focus to listen

Im not pretending to be alone, i dont know, but i know im not

feelings feels like truth but their lying to you

 

Who the hell knows whats real anyways, discussing is pointless

 

  • Author: Ingrid (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2016 09:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME INGRID - WOW - Great first poerm bursting with agreeson and angst ! We all have days like that ! Love the fragmented structure of your poem - forces me to read it again and again - awesome. I try and never give up discussin' but (as you say) who the hell knows what is real anyways ! Great last line - thanks for sharin' BRIAN

  • portlnd

    Very lovely poem

    • Ingrid

      Thanks!

    • honeytreescoconutleaves

      beautiful

      • Ingrid

        Thank you!



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