Saturday, July 23, 2011

Random Poetry

I've never been good at starting or finishing
I don't pull you in quickly or let you down softly

I just open my mouth and begin

I give you what's there
It's literally right here just inches under my skin
You can't see it, but you can feel it, or at least I can

You see my emotions don't get much exposure
So give them an inch and they take a mile
They just don't understand how hard it is for me not to smile
Yes, not to smile
Because smiling is who I am
Happiness is how you know me
So if I'm unhappy who am I?

Seriously who am I?
Am I still Avery when I'm sad?
Would you still love me when I'm mad?
Am I cool when I'm uncertain?
Still smooth when I scarred?

I didn't think so

You see you fell in love with the me I showed you
The real me has few friends and no acquaintances
He is trapped and he is lonely

I feel him dying slowly.

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