I used to be so strong mentally
But as times have worn on and I have been broken down;
I often feel remorse and very misunderstood.
I cry constantly now because it is the only way I know how
To release the frustration that I feel exists;
I look into their eyes and all I see is disappointment
Even though I know in my heart I tried.
That little bit doesn't matter
Seemingly because I am just a failure in their eyes.
So I go around this house looking at things
Remembering that the last time I did
They felt so very different to me.
I look at these things as if they are mocking me
Because in all actuality they are.
Because I am not supposed to me here
I am supposed to be living on my own.
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