sil

here's to you, sil, you got me thinking.


Should I ask you what's wrong?
You smile and talk for hours
saying nothing at all.
Your eyes they lie to me
your back I know is strong
but there's no shame in leaning,
leaning for a bit on me.
I've been there before
I can help see you through
Should I ask you what's wrong,
or just smile and lie too?

bleh

im screaming inside
my teeth clenched
and arms locked across my chest
my lungs burn
with the effort to hold it all in
to never let you know
how much you hurt me.
i look in the mirror,
my face is a careful blank mask
and i dont recognize me
those awful dull eyes stare back
accusing.
the walls tumble down and
tears fall
at last.

It bothers me that I hate everything I write lately. Nothing is coming out right! So here is a recent poem (as in I wrote it 2 minutes ago) that's not as horrible as the others have been. sigh. This is depressing.