Like many of my posts, I wasn’t going to post this, because it would just be weird (it still might be, but I don’t care). Then I realized I shouldn’t feel weird about how I feel in the first place. That’s why I write, and that’s why I have a writing blog: to express how I feel, so I don’t feel so alone, because I struggle to express myself in any other way. I also realize that this is an absolute, unedited mess of a poem, so I’m just going to call it free verse so you have no choice but to deal with it. Sorry, don’t hate me.
Can You Believe It?
I look at myself
In the mirror every day
And say to myself,
“I’m happy.”
I leave with a smile
On my face and embrace
the day ahead.
But what I know and won’t admit
Is that it’s all a lie.
I lie to make myself
Feel better, so I don’t
Go back to that dark place
Where nothing exists,
Where I struggle to find a
Reason to wake up
In the morning,
Where I never want
To go back to.
I put on that smile
In hopes of one day
Waking up
And believing in the lie.
I know it’s not how
Things work, but
It’s worth a shot because
If I can find the source
Of truth, of happiness,
I’ll forget it was all
Based off a lie
And become reality.
But would it be genuine?
Would it matter? Why
Do I go about trying
To figure out how life works
Instead of just simply
Trying to live it?
I’ll start today and
let things fall in place.
Yup, been there felt that.
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This is actually quite good. Nothing feels too forced about this piece, and your words have a nice and genuine flow. Thank you for posting this 🙂
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Thank you for reading it!
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