Mess I Become
I don't know what to do,
I'm not sure what to say,
That feeling I once had,
It began to fade away.

Away for so long,
I started falling farther,
It now all seems wrong.

I'm sorry I had to do this,
It's slowly eating me away,
The tears just won't stop,
Just more and more every day.

Did I do the right thing?,
Or was it my worst mistake?,
I don't want to feel like this anymore,
I'm just digging my own grave.

Emotions on a roller coaster,
Mind on a rampage,
Heart turning to stone,
Vision beginning to blur.

They scream I'm heartless,
They say I'm selfish,
They insist I'm a horrible person,
Beginning to believe them,
I have no where to turn,
I want to run and never look back.

Why does this hurt so much?,
Am i still in love?,
I'm lost in this mess,
A mess I have created...

The mess I now become.

Comments:
 
SUKIE   SUKIE wrote
on 5/16/2010 6:20:30 PM
I do, too, as Ryan wrote and I was there once or more. But you know, real messy people won't even realize that they are in mess. They don't feel bad about it, either. You are NOT heartless, selfish, nor horrible...such liars they are! You express in your poem 'cause you really care for what matters to you. Great job!

Desiree   Desiree wrote
on 5/16/2010 4:13:25 PM
I am no expert but I love the rhyme and the passion.

Ryan   Ryan wrote
on 5/16/2010 11:27:48 AM
I understand the feeling you put forth in this poem. Makes me remember of days when I thought the same.

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