Unshed tears

Hi. I actually like writing poems. It’s kind of my outlet when life goes the wrong way. It’s like my boat when I’m about to drown. I oftentimes feel lonely. That I have no one to talk to, no shoulder to lean on. And it hurts badly. Even my closest friends don’t even notice that I’m lonely and broken and morose. Well, one of the disadvantages of my personality–or should I say facade. I’m always rainbow and sunshine, that’s why. Anyways, here’s a poem of solitude I wrote:

Smoke that slowly seeping in—

Like a wild fire in an open field.

Feeding my insecurities

Of profanities and so much more.

It’s seeping in.

Deeper as it goes.




It reaches my core,

‘Til I’m overdone.

And all that’s left—

Is either an empty vessel,

Or an aggressive demon.

I’m not sure

Which is worse.

Kind of nonsense but I wrote this with raw emotions. Teehee.