I once again find myself at a loss for words
Struggling, desperate to calm my agitated nerves
Questioning my entire act
Wondering if I’ve relapsed, backtracked
Or possibly I’m simply again
Tired of falseness, through engaging
In this web of shadows laced with disgust
Twisted with lies, bonded by mistrust
Lacking in my heart a majority of humanity
Lessening maturity, widespread insanity
I retreat to my own mind, utilizing introspection
Finding I’m a half-decent person, in retrospection
All the lies were not needed, the ruse an old towel
This face holds a weak smile, where it once wore a scowl
This heart untwisted and thawed, thoughts less disturbing
But in the back of my mind, something far more perturbing
Manipulation, it seems, has become an old friend
Words, actions, to my will they bend
Call me a puppeteer, a marionette
But this annoying power’s barely been tapped yet
I sincerely don’t want to be this way anymore
I wish it, and these dark feelings, away to the shore
So that the tranquil waters may wash away my sorrow
And so that I may be a better person in this world, tomorrow…
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