My First {{Poem}}
Alone
i seem to have given up everything
i feel the eyes on my back
i wonder if i should do something
but its the courage i lack
i feel panic coming on
followed by the tears
but i really hate the crying
that i've built up throughout the years
i only break down every once and a while
and when it comes it hurts
just thinking about the things they said
the things that really burnt
im strong enough to keep my head high
but only in front of some
the ones who seem to really care
ask why i seem so glum
during the day i walk through the hall
i feel im about to scream
i try not to fall to my knees
its worse than i make it seem
people are telling me what i did wrong
my friends are angry with me
i tell others that i fucked things up
and i wish it didnt have to be
i really need to leave this place
i know im giving up
i feel my door is closing
its almost frozen shut
im kinda of sad im going
but there's nothing here for me
they might think that they have won
because i had to flee
i hope im happy where im going
if im not oh well
its better than facing the things they say
that force my eyes to swell
im sorry that i must leave this poem
with an ending thats so vain
but thats what flows through body and soul
when your filled to the brim with pain
i seem to have given up everything
i feel the eyes on my back
i wonder if i should do something
but its the courage i lack
i feel panic coming on
followed by the tears
but i really hate the crying
that i've built up throughout the years
i only break down every once and a while
and when it comes it hurts
just thinking about the things they said
the things that really burnt
im strong enough to keep my head high
but only in front of some
the ones who seem to really care
ask why i seem so glum
during the day i walk through the hall
i feel im about to scream
i try not to fall to my knees
its worse than i make it seem
people are telling me what i did wrong
my friends are angry with me
i tell others that i fucked things up
and i wish it didnt have to be
i really need to leave this place
i know im giving up
i feel my door is closing
its almost frozen shut
im kinda of sad im going
but there's nothing here for me
they might think that they have won
because i had to flee
i hope im happy where im going
if im not oh well
its better than facing the things they say
that force my eyes to swell
im sorry that i must leave this poem
with an ending thats so vain
but thats what flows through body and soul
when your filled to the brim with pain

