I wish I wasn't born like this,
As if my life depends on the time,
I can't wait or it'll be too late.
I look at myself and feel the same disgust,
As all those years ago.
My mother's words still imprinted in my head,
Knowing the love I get would be more if I wasn't like this.
The words hit my brain,
And suddenly I'm eight again,
With the same feelings of worry and pain,
But I can't say anything.
I can't be more different than I already am.
[This is a reposted edited version of a previous poem of mine.]
when all we have is spent–
what will we have left?
people once before us–
i walked down the street
the streets i once used to know
filled with regrets and heavy with burdens
of what once happened here
i walked down the street
a block or so down
I believe in god even though I may know he doesn’t exist
I know the mountains were not formed by him
Instead it is the science in the world
The reason we are here in this moment
Comments
The second and last stanzas felt like a punch; I understand this feeling so well. You are not alone in this feeling. If you need to chat about anything, feel free to message me! There is still time. :)
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