Struggling For Understanding

I find my poetry is stifled

Like the feelings locked

Inside of me

Unable to

Come out:

Twisting,

Turning,

Burning,

Aching.

 

Faking it,

I turn

To talk

To you

Covering up my hurt

And my need,

Trying to pretend

I never needed anyone

To help me cry

Or get my anger out.

 

Trying to be brave,

Trying to become

Indifferent to my pain;

Yet screaming,

Screaming to be free

Of pretense,

Of strength,

Of roles that I play

So I might cry for me.

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