Misunderstood

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Misunderstood

I curl up like a child upon the bedroom floor
Things is taking a toll on me, just not like this before
Broken emotions I can't seem to take
The animosity of everyone,I feel constantly my hands begin to shake
I am panting a smile with bittersweet paths disguised as my paintbrush
Writing away words I am pushing hard to say, but only closed to a hush
Situations breaking from the surface within
Ask why, I carry all of this skin
Concealing the pain with an undetectable smile
Playing the role that isn't written for me a good while
Inside, I am ruined, feeling worthless in my head
The existence of my being, my confidence, so silent and dead
I am suffering without any contempt of trying
Hope for me is dying
Vulnerability consuming my every breath to the last
It's too hard to handle, it's too hard to grasp elements of my past
Losing confidential privacy
Falling away from self normalcy
Alone watching the break of day
Praying to god to take this pain away
Keeping myself from feeling
My inner soul from living
Why? Why do I carry all of this guilt?
Brick by brick restoring these walls of black I built
Burdens I do not speak
I'm getting restless from this ache, I'm feeling weak
Dwelling in the pain
Out of faith entirely I gain
Blinded like water to my eyes
I feed my mind with more deceit I disguise
The pressures of unquestionable misconceptions
False pretences, deceitful comparisons
In the penitentiary of my mind I am no good
I am undeniably misunderstood

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

sinceresoul’s Poems (8)

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