UNFOLD THE UNTOLD

Oh, let it unfold don't leave it untold!

What was left untold?
The things I never told.
The things that will unfold,
Oh! What does my story hold?

I feel alone,
I feel invisible!
I never feel at home,
The darkness makes it impossible!

You and I both see me happy.
You and I both know I am alive.
But I feel so sappy,
I still have yet to survive.

I know how you feel,
to feel forgotten,
to be thrown on the pile of steel,
to be told "you're rotten"

Oh, no, no, no,
I am not sad!
I just want to grow
and stop being mad.

I hate myself,
I hate my life,
but I try to love myself
and my life

You see, this was never told,
the monsters don't come out.
But now I unfold,
everything without a doubt.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem.
"You see, this was never told,
the monsters don't come out.
But now I unfold,
everything without a doubt."
All of have monsters and angels. Must control the monster and allow the kind heart to show. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Left the reader with something to think about.
Coyote

[annalysiar]

This one is out reaching, emotion wise. That's good. Great write

[MelissaAndres]

Another sad one, Asra! It is terrible to be told things you don't want to hear that make you hate yourself and your life. I used to be like that though so I do understand. I do like your stanza about just wanting to grow and stop being mad. That thought is always a good start. Nice job!

[Asra Hakak]

thanks MELLISA :)