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 The Life Of A Fallin Rose

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   It's an incrediblely raw deal to be born so sensitive, nobody knows how deeply you feel. Having to hide and never knowing what's real. Getting hurt all the time but never being able to regret whats behind. To have the capacity to love so strong and fierce , then have it cause anxiety and fear all your life long. Nobody will ever see the real you, too intense to handle, tossed aside like an ugly old sandle.
  Always willing to help and over look small things, chilling how often used and disgarded , constantly shook to the core. It's having unwavering faith and trust , just wanting to be loved and internalizing the pain. Always learning not to trust not to show, but never able gaining the wisdom to know.
 It's being built up just a bit, then being devastated by the one you believed in. To exist like this shouldn't be a sin, it's not like you'll ever win. It's being hollow when your guard is up, never knowing how when it's safe to let down. It's being surrounded but all alone, never really finding home. A vagrant doomed to wander around helping everyone, crying every night without making a sound. It's never being able to bare your soul, unless you dare to pay the toll. It's not worth it to seek out and find someone, anyone likewise sensitive and kind.
   It's feeling unworthy and dirty because nobody will ever truly value the real you. Tossed aside , not capable of doing anything about it, not feeling anger but just curling up with the hurt. 
    Yet some way getting up , brusied and bleeding from wounds nobody sees. Keep going, never look back ,but feeling worthless, used, stupid, hopefully no one will notice and just let me be.







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