Who Have I Become

Driving fast let the wheels eat the pavement. / I don't want to be here I don't wanna feel this. / No one asks me where I'm going no one really cares. / Even if they did nobody really dares. // Girlie ripped my heart wide open, / My soul is cast among the broken. // Who have I become? I don't feel like myself / Driving on this road, that I used to know so well. / It feels like a stranger bent on destruction, / I swerve my tires to avoid construction. / Who have I become when the metal crunches? // I can see bright lights in the background. / It don't make a difference one way the other now. / I know I'm hurt and I can't be fixed. / I've lost the feeling in my finger tips. // Metal ripped my flesh right open, / My soul is cast among the broken. // Who have I become? I don't feel like myself. / Driving on this road, that I used to know so well. / It feels like a stranger bent on destruction, / I swerve my tires to avoid construction. / Who have I become, when the metal crunches? //

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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