Needs No Title

Every Other Week or so, I wait for a pinch
Because My Thoughts get too grave by about an inch
So, as usual I’m looking for the easy way out
Waiting for a “My friend, wake up we’re going out”
Many times I can’t believe how my life’s played out
Whether I was completely there, these last 4 years, I doubt
Don’t get me wrong though, I’m still young
Younger than you’d think with my feigned smile,carriage or dressing out on the run
But I’m feeble, fearful and flawed inside
I need someone to talk to
But I’m too ashamed, too soiled, I can’t bring myself to
So, I reduced the make up, maybe it’ll help others see me better inside
The people I pity the most are family, you know
The only ones that really love me; or the ones that love me the most
And I can’t confess to them because they’d warned me “Guard your heart jealously”
No one REALLY knows me, not even me; so my closest friends don’t know the whole story
The feelings of guilt have gotten harder to sweep aside.
I’ll have to find something good to have beside
I am too young to be engulfed by such pain within
If anyone can, please help. I’m A Caged Bird Singing.
Ms JohnsonE
Image Credit: fenixrysing

9 thoughts on “Needs No Title

  1. Michael Corleone says:

    Wow. A beautiful piece. does it relate to you personally? Or just fiction?

  2. Michael Corleone says:

    Hmm…i really do relate to it. Its quite touching.

  3. orji ifeanyi henry says:

    hmmm… i see passion properly packaged with creativity. u r actually on track.

  4. fehintola says:

    Came to read this piece again. Need I say for the gazillion-th time that I love it. Good job pookie :*


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