Countless hours
I've wasted
Trying to figure out
Someone else's
Hidden agenda
Sly pretenders
Focused on
The External
Mentally
People hurt you
Desert you
In unwanted thoughts
Cost
More then time
Looking at
My projection
Missing's my reflection
All I see
Is those
Who've seen me
All in which
I've studied
Everything
Except peace
So much
In which
I have lost
Internally I've gained
Manifest
Through pain
Stories untold
Words
Never expressed
Awakened
My subconscious
A dreamers
Death
Stained is my
Soul
My youth
Beholds
Transgressions
Of being
Old
This was deep.... really feelin it. Glad found ur page. Much Luve, Jay.
I've felt this same way. You expressed your feelings well in this poem. I enjoyed reading.