The Unending Book of Poetry

I always hoped I could reach

The me I saw in my dreams

Instead I’m stuck here

In this maze of emotion

Don’t make a face

And show no pain

Apologize for mistakes you made

And the ones you didn’t do

Don’t make a face

When they accuse you

They’re the last ones that need

To pity you

So keep screaming into nothing

And realize no one cares

The void is endless

Aimless

So scream until you can’t anymore

They won’t hear you

Maybe hope for tomorrow

Can keep you fighting today

Living to fulfill dead dreams

Until tomorrow becomes today

And you’ve still keep running

This wheel keeps you fighting

Keep going forward

To see you’re still here

I just want to open my eyes

And see the sun

But I’m to busy running

From this reality

To ones I can’t grasp

Just how strong do I have to be

To stop the few I care for

From ever hurting again?

Just how long until I find

Myself

Under this pile of debris

They left in ruins

I never meant to worry anyone

For things I couldn’t say

For things I couldn’t do

When time for yourself is enough to make

Your conscious guilty

How do you explain stress to those

Who think that’s nonsensical

When all you want

Is more then you’ll ever be aloud

But tauntingly close

Haunting you

I just want what I’ve always dreamed

I just want to do what I love

But it seems Its all broken

Boxes weighing shoulders

To dented to stack

Strings control your body

Liars keep you in moving

Forward

To a nonexistent destination

All your life you’re told

You can be

Exactly what you want

And so you kept fighting

Perfecting useless skills

You’ll never use

Because no one bothered to remind you

That passions

Mean nothing

Without profit

And now you’re stuck in strings

Tied and hung

Bound

And unable to find the ground