Maybe I’m allowed to break down
Bang my fists on the ground
Yell every word I’ve ever known
Throw my chair at the wall
Climb up to the roof
And jump into the snow
Or unto you.
Maybe I’m allowed just to cry
And not even have a reason why
And then jump into puddles
Of everything.
Maybe I can just sing
At the top of my lungs
About everything I’ve done
And want to do
Can I just be anything
Break glass all over the ground
And then watch cars drive over it
Shattering them more
As if it doesn’t really hurt
Me or them.
Because, If I think about it
I can’t really live like this
I’ve tried, I’ve died
So I guess then what now
I want to move away
And then start something
Get rich, go poor, gamble it
Right out the door.
Why not? I’ve spent my life
Trying to be what I’m not
I need to be selfish
I’m not perfect, why can’t
I show it. I need to be
Let free. I need help
And I want to stay
With the people who
Actually care , not those who stare
Silently, but mouths still moving
Because what have they done
But run it into the ground
With their ugly frown
Never really helped me
Just pushed me, kicked me
Yelled at me, like I was just
Something they could throw away
Like a broken music box
But I’m still playing the same song
So maybe you are just worn out
And maybe different people will
Want to listen to me
Because I can change them,
And I can change me.
And you can’t.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Kinda tried to start serious, then just flew off on a tangent.
c est jolie
good writting, nobodies should have to escuse himself for not being well or apologise for thier despairs, indeed today was a wonderful day, i agreee it was indeed the proove that in a matter of days, like the weather things can change and see how much we are love.
plaisant poems
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.
nothing wrong with going
nothing wrong with going after what you feel you deserve...you'll never feel content with where you are in life if you don't make that effort - I thought you did a good job of conveying the emotion appropriately and that shows to me that you have a better grasp on where you stand than you may give yourself credit for - keep writing it's a great vent and really helps to put things in perspective 1, 2, even 10 years down the road