Inner Confusion
Confused as I am,sitting here alone and yet not alone,
you'd think they'd notice my confusion.
Not a single soul notices,
not a single soul cares.
That I'm losing myself,
not making repairs.
I'm breaking apart,
piece by little piece,
losing myself yet nobody knows,
how much I suffer inside.
Happy and smiling on the outside,
screaming and dying on the inside.
My heart is in shreds,
irrevocable damage has been done,
I'll never be the same,
as I once was,
when my life was logical.
Illusion and dreams,
are what life's about,
when nothing is alright,
and I cry every night.
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