on the outside

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

once more from the forest of feelings.

In a room full of people

I’m laughing and joking

Making friends, lifting the room

Outgoing, talking, shining

On the outside

On the inside

My soul stands on a cliff

Alone, bitter tears freeze

In the unrelenting winds

I know like everyone else

They would abandon me

When the winds push me over

No outstretched hand to save

Just bloodied finger tips

Clawing, grasping, reaching

To just stand alone

On the cold bitter cliff

The day draws nearer

I see the demon army approaching

To remind me what day it is

How cheap my life really is

That it is not worth it to

Claw, grasp or reach

Screaming, “Just let go”

So I sit there

Talking, outgoing, shining

On the outside

Submitted: December 06, 2015

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