Fed Up

I’m fed up with these cynics

Don’t judge my dreams

I’ve hardly any left.


I tried to put my feelings

Into some semblance

Of beauty.


But these feelings don’t deserve it

Ugly thoughts sneaking, skulking

In my skull


Consuming my confidence

Making me eat myself

From the inside out


But showing it is weakness

That’s how you taught me

So I laugh.


I pretend my insecurities don’t exist

But you can’t hide anything

From yourself


I just want to feel like I give a damn

I just want to feel like

I just want to feel.

The End

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