Its a BAd Night For Me...Im Just..I Dont Know D:Mature

See, I really have no clue what exactly is going on. I don't know what to say to the people I supposedly know best.But,you see, secrets are definitely getting the best of me. There are the things that I need most to say, I bury them down, down deep, and keep them there in the dark, as far away as I  can from the light. I know it's a horrible to try to bury something this big deep inside me, and I know that it'll eventually consume me, but I don't want this to get out. 
I can write about this, and I have. I'm no angel, yet everyone I know still considers me to be the best of them all. I am no Snow White, no fairest of them all.....I am the wicked stepmother,the ugly stepsisters, the black sheep. I fit in no where. I have no home.

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