I don’t know what to do
My poor mind
Is spinning and twirling
Hysteria and panic
Have become part of my world
Never ending
I feel as if my whole body
Is moving
Faster than life itself
Yes I am not moving
What do I want
I want to be happy
But my happiness confuses me
It’s a foreign idea to me
To be happy
But I want it
So bad
On one had
I am happy with you
The way you treat me
The way you talk to me
The way you look at me
Kiss me, feel me
All of it
It makes me happy
Then again
I feel so tired down
I want to run
And jump
Scream, kick, play, and laugh
I want it all
But I feel as if something
Physically is holding me back
I want to taste the world
Know what is out there
Party like non other
And live an actual life
But I can’t
Two forms of happy
One with you
And one
Unfortunately
Without you
And which one to pick
I just don’t know
Alone
Or together
This is what I have to decide
A choice must be made
And which way I go
Is lost
Even to me
My poor mind
Is spinning and twirling
Hysteria and panic
Have become part of my world
Never ending
I feel as if my whole body
Is moving
Faster than life itself
Yes I am not moving
What do I want
I want to be happy
But my happiness confuses me
It’s a foreign idea to me
To be happy
But I want it
So bad
On one had
I am happy with you
The way you treat me
The way you talk to me
The way you look at me
Kiss me, feel me
All of it
It makes me happy
Then again
I feel so tired down
I want to run
And jump
Scream, kick, play, and laugh
I want it all
But I feel as if something
Physically is holding me back
I want to taste the world
Know what is out there
Party like non other
And live an actual life
But I can’t
Two forms of happy
One with you
And one
Unfortunately
Without you
And which one to pick
I just don’t know
Alone
Or together
This is what I have to decide
A choice must be made
And which way I go
Is lost
Even to me
Author notes
I've talked to him, about what I want from our realtionship.. I want to be free.. but I want to be happy, and he makes me happy, but he also makes me feel tied down... I just... I dont know.. I need help.. I'm supposed to call him when I figure out what I'm doing.. or what I think needs to be done... He said that either way, no matter the outcome, we can still be friends....
A contest entry
- A Beautiful Mess by Simply a Memory.
330 points, ended November 12, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Hits home with me, fantastic
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Great feel for emotions.
I thouroughly enjoyed this, I know how you feel I've been through it more than once in my life. I love the way you connected to your audience. Give it time and things will work out, but talk to him again and let him know how you feel, and tell him you are starting to suffocate, see how he takes it and see if you can come up with a compromise.
Thanks for entering, Good luck!
~Stormy~
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Laney if you need someone to talk to im here for you.

