Writing

Writing,

It’s from the heart.

Or at least it should be…

Writing,

Lost among the world

Can’t find my way out

Lost behind closed eyes

Writing and all the feelings are yours

What you feel

What you tell me to feel

What I should feel

But I don’t feel this

I never have

So should I conform?

Should I…change?

I hear my name being called

I scream for help but no one is coming

I can’t do this why is no one coming,

“Do this”

“Do that”

I can’t

I’m not that person

I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of people I can’t get out

I can’t get out of this swimming pool of rules

Of lies

Of conformity

I’m not this person I’m not who you want me to be

Why are you trying to make me this person?

Why can’t you be happy?

I used to run into your arms when I saw you.

I used to fight

But I have no more air

It’s gone; I have nothing left to give to you

I can’t get above the service

I’m drowning

I have broken bones

The waves are crashing in around me

You look in at me, at the shallow pool

And I realize I never had you,

And now I have no identity.

I cannot write another w…

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