I can’t think
Be QUIET!
Voices…so many; they won’t leave me alone
Internally my mind and heart cry out
Two different things
Don’t allow yourself to get screwed again
And
Follow your heart; fight for it
Externally, everyone sides with my mind
Don’t get fucked over anymore
Get OUT! NOW!
I’m in so deep; been past love
On the outskirts; been past friendship
What comes next…?
Why did I trust so easily?
Why did I forgive?
Have I made a mistake?
Is everyone right?
Am I wrong?
I don’t know why I do what I do
Why I love; a human mystery
Forever confused; dumbfounded
Am I missing something?
Is someone hiding something from me?
Is there more to the story I’m not aware of?
FUCK ME
I want to know…
Have I made a mistake?
So much pressure…
My mind is racing
My heart is pulsing
I don’t know what to do
I didn’t ask for any of this…
I just want to know the whole story
Please…?
Is anyone listening…?
I thought I manned-up…
Did I?
I think so…
Maybe?
It hurts…
Someone please tell me what’s going on…
My mind pains; I think too much
Please put my mind at ease
Have I made a mistake?
I did the right thing…right?
Help me out here; please
I don’t want to feel stupid anymore
I just want to know; honestly
Please…
I think I deserve that
I never did you wrong
I don’t want to feel paranoid any longer
I want to be on your side; let me
My heart is too big
I demand the truth
I beg you…
I don't want lies to snowball...
I want you to be free of them
Let it out
I’m on my knees looking to the sky
Even if it is the final hurt
That you must deliver to me
I want to know
Have I made a mistake?
Author notes
This reflects something I'm currently going through with someone close and within myself as a person...Sometimes your mind isn't satisfied with what you know and you don't know if it's truth or paranoia. Naturally most humans feel this way; certain signs have been pointing me to think and look deeper into the issue...like theres something more...even if I don't want to. This came straight from my heart
A contest entry
- Wanting to forget by City-of-Angels.
600 points, ended July 5, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Break my heart and make me cry by God is my reality.
900 points, ended August 11, 2008, 79 entries
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Comments
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Okay, I have to delete this because I do not find cussing appropriate for poetry. I think it takes so much away from the poem. This was really good so far, but once I read that word, I stopped reading which was sad because this would have been at the top of my list. I'm sorry I neglected to mention that I do not approve of cussing and I think it makes poetry sound more illiterate than it is. Poetry is suppose to express a feeling and cussing makes a great poem terrible. I'm not sorry that I have to delete this because a poem with cussing doesn't deserve a trophy. I know I am harsh, but I take poetry very serious
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"Sometimes your mind isn't satisfied with what you know and you don't know if it's truth or paranoia"
Damn I know exactly what you mean, i have this problem. Sometimes I think the curiousity is good in a way because there has to be something going wrong somewhere if your feeling that way ya know? Then again you can't let those feelings get to ya too much. This is something I've had to really search deep with too.(and to be honest I still am) Great write I can just see the desperation dripping from the poem. I can tell this came from the heart. Thank you for entering and good luck! -
I think I understand ..Been getting that back and forth feeling too..maybe that is why I can't sleep!!
How you wrote is wonderful ..
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All. i can say is look deep in your heart shut out your mind and the paranoia trust me it can be done i have done it myself. and let it come out if you have to totally put your mind blank open notebook or wordpad on the comp and close your eyes and just let your heart melt into the words you try to say. i know it seems weird but it helps after you read what you had to say. but i really enjoyed your poem. i will keep reading
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