This place could be better titled "My soul when I cannot talk anymore"
I am no whiz with words when they spill forth
my mouth and my mind too often disagree
but pen, paper, keys, and screens
they offer no judgement keenly seen
I write to allow my self the opportunity
I want people to know, but not to acknowledge the truth of their knowing
how this past year has been a lie that kept growing
I told those around me that school was for me
so much that even I would believe
and here I am, torn to the ground
feeling senseless and lost
a path that has become overgrown
I have let my life become tossed
and I turn over in a bed now too cold
writing words in an attempt to be bold
to show myself that I have not lost all
I am not here for no reason
...
I used to be somebody
I cared about things and people
about where I was going
who I was with along the way
what I was going to do
how I was going to do it
a willingness to strive to be better than I was
how lost have I become