Bottling my emotions down deep.

Keeps me from becoming to weak.

Only strengths I have are on the surface.

Making others laugh whilst I seemed so perfect.


"It's a phase" they say.

"You'll get over it one day."

But how do I tell them, they're wrong.

It's a cruel joke, being torn for this long.


I'll proved them wrong, by escaping this legendary prison.

I am a free man, once committed for this high treason.

Upon ones self creating a mutiny, worthy of a captain.

These aspirations alas fell through, not knowing of what happened.


But I was the lucky one.

Set free, after all that I have done.

Patching the gaping holes of a once torn soul.

Through all the loss and pain I am done...I have completed my goal.


  • Author: C.L. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2017 20:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: The lengths that people go through to persevere to complete one.. task.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 13

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