Golden DaisiesA Poem by Riley BrayAll these wilting pansies everywhere....Sheesh...
I'm sick and tired of this worlds rhapsodies
On and constructed of full-on self pity. A victim of it myself, In my own right But wishing still for the virus to vanish. I'm one of the majority when it comes to feeling pain While I have nothing real to cry about I continue to time and time again, And wish that I did. Though maybe the lack of reason is perspective talking, Like anyone else I've been through my fair share, My view seems to have that recluse mind of its own, And there's no way I can control it. Im that frilly daisy in your hand Wishing for a reason to be sad While knowing others wish the opposite, Insert the first world problems joke here. I'm just angry at myself for my selfishness For placing myself in harms way on a whim Hurting for those who are rightly so, And perturbed by those who aren't. I've fallen so deep into someone else's emotions, That no longer can I even write my own. The poetry I regurgitate onto paper is just that, Bringing to light something that I can't feel constantly. I don't even know who or what I am anymore... A shell for those who cannot speak? A woman whose eyes can see all but herself? Or am I merely a little golden daisy who means well in a meadow of just that, golden daisies.
© 2013 Riley BrayAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 21, 2013 Last Updated on April 21, 2013 AuthorRiley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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