My Why

Why does it seem
That my life’s a waste
And I wanna depart it
Immediately, post haste
The way it’s going
How I can see
That everyone in it
Nags, reminds, or hates me
Maybe it’s not
But that’s what is seen
Seen like the face
On a TV screen
Emotions expressed
Straight on the face
I wanna leave
You’ll see me race
Outta here fast
In the blink of an eye
Hide in a corner
Curl up and cry
You may exhale
You may sigh
But you won’t feel like me
Who wants to die
I won’t
To live long
I must be strong
Mustn’t give in
To the hurt within
Inside my skin
The pain won’t win
“I WILL SURVIVE”
MAYBE.

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