Unheard
Tossing and turning,
Scrambled thoughts and eyes slightly burning,
A devil on one shoulder while an angel on the other, it's like a fight nonstop.
Sitting here soaked in hurt like gasoline,
Saving my sorrows in a locked box.
Haunted by my shadow,
Day and day out,
Maybe it's time for me to reroute.
Nothing has been planned or rehearse,
I feel as if I'm constantly awaiting,
For my mind is crating,
More fears and weaknesses.
I'm just trying to survive,
While never wanting to feel anything but alive.
Apologies come and go,
That's all you do is 'go with the flow'
As if it's only a word,
Am I being unheard?
Everything I do or say seems to only make it worse,
This is all starting to feel like a curse.
I am a shaken up soda can ready to burst.
poem by Brandi Dybala
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