May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low