Old Poem

Unspecific Reasons

11.01.2008

 

Tears rolling down my face,

I wonder what I should think

About life, and living and things

And what I should do to make it worth more than a red brick

 

Tears rolling down my face,

Feeling weak because I know I can be strong

I refuse to try a smile

Wondering where it has gone

 

Tears rolling down my face,

Is everyone too blind

To see me hurt?

They don’t want to see, ask, help, be a friend?

What about hdl…?

How easily we left the truth of a friendship behind.

 

Tears rolling down my face,

I wonder if they mistake my frown

For bitter arrogance,

When it’s the broken pieces

That multiply

Every time I decide to fall over to fly

 

Tears rolling down my face,

I remind myself of better days

When I was courageous

And the world wasn’t such a battle place

 

Tears rolling down my face,

Listening to the scientist

Not doing anything in specific

Just sipping on the sweet bitterness from the spilled pain

Making it hurt again and again

 

Tears rolling down my face,

this wonderful world that god has created…

Sometimes belonging to the too unthankful people

I’m afraid to walk out there.

 

Tears rolling down my face,

Never seeming to finish with mixing the chemical feelings

This ongoing phase is going to be over

As this poem is