Curse or gift?

A little emotional because getting images out onto paper pisses me off

Don’t bother looking at me

I’m just a kid in a corner

Imagining all the places I’ll be

Writing them down on pieces of paper

 

Some say it’s a gift

I say it’s a curse

Making images through words

With the flow of this pen

 

Words can’t express the difficulty I have

Living in reality

While my mind and heart is in its own world

It makes the pain of reality worse

 

Desires and dreams

Living in a world of pure imagination

Locked up inside

Struggling to become free

 

The window that it slips through

Is small and hard to control

I try my best to open it

But I can only do so much

 

Emotions rumble beneath

And I have to write to ease it

But I can only write so much

All this passion just keeps building

 

I’m just one man

Whose pain has become his ‘gift’

Now it’s spinning out of control

And I can’t stay on track

 

So I take in the pain

Pain brings feeling

Feelings creates an image

The image tries to be written down

 

So don’t look at the kid

Whose world is nothing like reality

And only way to ease the desire is to write

Don’t bother looking

Reviews

[.shalynn.009.]

I love this poem. It really captures the angst of being a teen who doesn't totally fit in, which almost anybody can relate to. I especially like the lines "Don't look at the kid/Whose world is nothing like reality" because as writers, we know what it is to go to that world where reality doesn't matter.

"Feelings creates an image" This should be "Feelings create an image"

Great poem. You did a really good job capturing the pain of being a teen through not very many words. Good job.