What if no one ever reads
the words that I’ve written.
then they will never know
why I could never fit in
to this life that has
too many borders
for me a person who found
it hard to follow orders.
Independent with no
particular plan to follow
left me isolated with
too much guilt to swallow.
Unable to explain
myself verbally,
I found myself been led
down a blind alley,
where all my dreams
and hopes were lost,
leaving me empty and
alone to count the cost.

Now I just write to
exorcise my frustration
and try to ease these
feelings of desperation.
i don’t think i’ve ever read a poem that mirrors my feelings on writing so well. i’ve written poems with this same tone for years now. great great work.
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Thanks a lot.
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