PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

this is me,...but i hide behind a mask
covered in scars...... blistered by my past
i crave to brave..... this insecurity
and open up to people........show all of them the real me
oh how i wish........ to show me
without having..... to bland the real me
im as lost in my self.... as id be in thee Atlantic sea
with no life preserver...... and a dumbbell attached to my feet,
but occasionally, i make my way...... to land all by my own hand
exhausted......... but proud of my self proud cause i know i'm a capable man
i am so tired...... of being misunderstood
you people judge me...... that's why i hide under this hood
encased in it, the strings..... pulled so good
i can just go off..... into the music
where i feel at home, MMMMMMM.... its so cozy
the notes wrap around me..... and i cuddle in the sheets
i am brought to a better place...... as the sounds envelope me
lost in the music..... like id be lost in the Atlantic sea
haha i know i said that ounce.... but it perfectly describes me
oooooh as i sit in that sea..... my gaze pointed a ways at the stars
i got last in it...... hypnotized by the size of everything afar
and recolect......... on how small earth, and we people are
we are cells to the galaxid go as far.......... as to say we are atoms
we are so impossibly small your mind........wouldn't even be able to fathom
we couldn't even measure up if we compiled the planets............ and stood on top of each other on top of em
if we were hit by a comet........ wed be swept away just like dust bunnies by a broom