For I...
#2 of poetry
For I...
Drifting, fading, falling, is all I feel from the ones I love
Because of the things I think and feel is more than enough to cause such
For I am seen a failure in my eyes, for my brain is my fault
The ones I love do not understand what I see and know, for they are blinded by them selves
I tell them what I am and they are masked by their disbelief, minds shadowed by their thoughts
For they are worried? As for my thoughts cannot conjure what the future tells, much I must learn
For I now feel lost and alone yet accompanied, fear for they will know the true me...
Should I continue to hide in fear and secrecy just to please others for what they want to see of me?
Or should I just stop for good and never return...?