Burning Bridges
#5 of Poetry
A lot has been going on this year with me. More emotional than anything. The funny thing it's not my past that is bothering me. More with just self esteem than anything. While i tend to post vent journals once in a while, I never share my true emotions with anyone. I guess that Im actually afraid to cry since I always believed that it was a weakness. Just a vent poem i guess. This isn't a poem to feel sorry for me or whatever. Just a lot going on.
Fighting under the night again
To be heard or to never be seen
Another dance with the enemy inside
Lock you out and never feel again
Grinding the gears until they break
Hold it in and let it consume
Fake the smile and deny
Nothing is wrong
The bomb ticks away
Counting down the time
Of losing my sanity
Through the magnetic pulses
Looked in the mirror
Seeing the ashes that ruin
The stained glass window
That once was beautiful
If I could learn not to be afraid
Maybe then I could truly express on how I feel
Perhaps then I could learn to release my emotions
And not have to worry what others think
I tend to bottle everything In
Making sure that I have full control of my emotions
But It's because that I have held it in for so long
That I have become a slave to my own emotions
I tend to think of the freedom
Of what it's like to be free from my own personal hell
To finally be clear
Of the storm that rages in my head
Because I know one day
I will finally understand
That it's okay to express myself truly
And know that crying is not a weakness