Never Ending Hell

I feel as if I have lived before,

Such an old soul inside this young body.

I can’t conform, be like the rest,

Living in materialistic gaudy.

I walk into a room full of people,

And alone is where I’d rather be.

I can’t talk to anyone,

No, they don’t understand me.

"No one thinks like you do,"

A phrase I hear to often.

"You’re not like everyone else,"

Since when did this become a problem?

I’ve often dreamt of an old life,

Where I fit they mold,

But here I am young,

And my heart and soul are too old.

I must have disobeyed,

To be trapped in this hell.

Never to die,

In a reincarnation spell.

I will never have a peaceful sleep,

I’m doomed to live again.

In a ever changing world,

My only friend…my pen.

Will this ever end?

Reviews

[Pushya Mithra]

It is really amazing to see such depression in a few words. Although it feels like you have ended before you have told everything you had to say. It feels like you still have some more sentences which are yet to filled with words that describe the pain the person in the poem faced. If yes, please do share. The darkness in this poem is very captivating.

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Did someone tell you how I feel? This is how I feel constantly like I do not fit in. My best friend for a long time has been my journal. After reading this, my emotions are running rampant. Simply beautiful. N.