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For I Know Not Who To Confide In

Poetry By: nathanmarc12

Ever feel like you're in a difficult position, a spot that is killing you, but you just can't tell anyone? Yeah that's what I'm feeling right now.

Submitted:Jun 7, 2012    Reads: 50    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

A pen in my hand

A paper on the desk

Feeling not poetic, but utterly desperate

For I know not who to confide in


Weighed with the burdens of the world

Pressured by the expectations of my folks

Smothered by the secrets that are consuming my mind

It's like the pain never ceases

Staring at the void of my life

Weeping silently in my heart

Wandering everywhere aimlessly

It's like the only thing I can do


To plant an artificial smile on my face

To pretend I'm all fine and well

To deceive everyone with my white lies

No, I'm sick of a life like this


And yet,

the thought of sharing the real me

of revealing my vulnerable side

of disclosing my deadly secrets

to another living being

just plain terrifies me

No, I'd rather evaporate into thin air

than to have someone knowing

that I'm a messed up lad


I'm afraid

of those loud gasps

I'm afraid

of those judgmental eyes

I'm afraid

of those condemning words

I'm afraid

when the truth comes to light

people will stay away from me

and I will be more alone than ever


The pen on the desk

The paper in my hand

I put it on the stove, set fire to it

For I know not who to confide in


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