"Trapped within four walls, I stay up late waiting for a text or a call.
When neither one arrives I just sigh, facing the wall so no one can see me cry.
It's no use being shy.
But I can't be a social guy. It's been many times that I tried.
Society won't accept as if things will go awry if they give me the slightest kind gesture, touch, or a laugh.
I shouldn't have to make friends just by kissing some ass.
Then I get my 'fuck you' mode, saying everyone can go to hell,
But when I snap back out of my rage my eyes start to swell.
I'm going through hell already. I think I'm in exile. Can't cope with not making my Mom and Dad proud.
I want to shout out loud, but who's around to listen?
I'm destined to struggle to find the happiness I'm missing.
Until then: It's Hidden.
I shouldn't have to make friends just by kissing some ass. < Favorite line.
ReplyDeleteI really like the poem. Keep it coming! :)