These are the stories that my fingers write. Some are good, others no so much. But they try and this blog is really so I have a place to store them, Normally my brain has no input so please allow for some mistakes. My fingers don't have the brains for spelling and grammar.
Sunday, 23 August 2015
A look inside (a poem)
I wasn't sure if i should publish this but here it is.
Inside I'm screaming
Outside my smile beaming
There is no way for you to tell
That I'm in my own man made hell
I hid what I'm feeling
with a smile that's gleaming
you have no idea
I'm dwelling on my fears
I'm thinking of everything
the worry is setting in
I'm crying yet hiding
My feeling I don't want you to see
My anxiety's destroy
but time will heal
till, maybe tomorrow
where more could be revealed
But don't hid away and shun me
Or my act will just disarm me
I hold back the fear to protect you
Can't you just enjoy my smile show
I wrote this when I was feeling low. I know its not amazing work but its from my heart. Writing this helped me focus my mind and help calm me and relax me. So please don't judge me for writing this.
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