My Poetry

I'm terrified. It's not a secret anymore.
Poetry is my way of speech. It's how my thoughts pour
Out of my head and onto a paper where I can understand.
Out of my head and onto a paper so I can then be bland.
With my head empty, at least my heart is free.
I can finally breathe. I can finally be me.
I keep quiet about myself and the words I write.
I keep quiet about my hurt and how I try to light.
Light up the people around me, so they won't be the same.
Light up the smiles on their faces so I can hide my pain.
It's not a secret anymore. Words are pain in disguise.
It's not a secret anymore. I've lost motivation to hide.
You might as well know that I have no one. No one to share these words with.
You might as well know that I'm wandering alone. "Friends" feeling like a myth.
I lost the one true friend I ever had when I was only eight.
I lost the one true friend I ever had and my heart turned to a weight.
I really tried to fit in here. I worked my best to look fixed.
I really tried to look like I belonged. But my heart no longer ticks.
I'm giving up on friendships. I think no one can understand.
I'm giving up on trying. I'm giving up on that out-reached hand.
I used to believe there is someone waiting. Waiting for me to succeed.
I used to believe they were cheering me on. But that's what I used to believe.
Now I see we're all out for ourselves, trying our best to do what feels right.
Now I see we're all failing by ourselves, stumbling towards the light.
I'll be honest. I'm terrified. My poetry expresses my heart.
Please read this and if you don't understand, at least don't tear me apart.