My Lost Self

Confusion is soaring and my brain

I cant help but feel that I am going insane

The things I want, the things I need

The things I pray for, are never meant to be

Feeling empty inside

Darkness surrounding me

Not a noise, not a whisper

Nothing here to see

Dropping to my knees, hands covering my eyes

Wanting to sleep, wanting to dream

Wishing that things were not the way the seem

They hug you and say they love you

That's a lie

They say it's going to be okay

But I still want to cry

Ashamed of what I am 

Never wanting to see that face in the mirror again

Staring back at me with disgust

Telling me I'm not worth much

nightlight1220's picture

In order to feel love from

In order to feel love from others, you have o love yourself. It takes practice for a lot of people. Your poem is written beautifully.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "