very old poem of mine. one of my first. I am bi-polar and wasn't on my medication then. I was going through i very rough time, poetry is all i had to let my feelings out.
Fake it.
Fake it
She sits there
Alone in a daze
Does anyone care
Her mind, in such a maze
Doesn't know what's right from wrong
Doesn't care anyways
For she is what doesn't belong
She screams for help
But no one's there
Her desperate words just melt
Her feelings she can't share
for no one would listen
Only you to hear is what she is wanting
Is there something she is missing
her faded words are haunting
As two worlds are parted
And she is ripped in two
she leaves broken hearted
She doesn't know what to do
But to live life as it is
It's the only way to make it
is to go with clenched fists.
All she can do is fake it
There is a tremendous amount of intensity in this write, and some confusion as well, the protagonist clearly wondering what to do next, Starr. You convey those emotions very well in this poem. Carl.
Very deep and emotional write. A lot of conflict and frustration felt in your words. This was written very well.