• Emotional


    I wonder what's come over me-what life I am creating.
    Scared, panicked, insecure, heat that's palpitating.
    Always thinking morbid thoughts, waiting for the worst.
    So many raw emotions- Oh God, I fear I'll burst.
    Attempting to act 'normal' so I don't seem so odd.
    I really hate this masquerade, I feel like such a fraud.
    Others think I am so strange because I'm always scared.
    When I've needed the most support, I guess nobody cared.
    Hoping, hoping, hoping, someone will see my soul.
    But burdening others with my 'drama' is truly not my goal.
    I wish people could just be me and see what I am seing.
    Because swallowing so much pain and stress is poisoning my being.

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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.

    Qsangel’s Poems (47)

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    spaceman 0
    either way.... 1
    ReStLeSs 0
    Rubble 0
    Weeping Soul 0
    Can't... 0
    Voiceless.... 2
    Nothing More 0
    The Bleeder 3
    My Heart 0
    Desecration 0
    So I do Nothing... 1
    whispers 0
    the candle 1
    death of a soul 0
    unwritten 0
    Dammit! 0
    closed 0
    building 0
    my demons 0
    waiting for it to happen 0
    to the point 0
    love is like 2
    damaged 0
    sometimes... 0
    true self 0
    Shouldn't 0
    without--i wrote this when i was 16 2
    hmmmmmmmmmmm 0
    I will 1
    Ominous me 2
    the naive cynic 1
    the 'un' me 2
    praise hurts her... 1
    Inquiry 0
    My War... 3
    My.... 0
    mind........ 1
    Image.. 0
    Boo Hoo... 3
    PANIC... 0
    I wonder... 0
    53 truths about me 1
    Novacaine 0