This is Not Okay

I’m your casket draped in flowers

My green eyes hold the power

To mask it as a music box

A pretty shell to hide

All the damage inside

I’m sneaky like a fox

 

Do you dare try and save me?

A lost cause lost to the world

Forgotten and abused

How can you say

That you try and you may

But never open my music box

 

Panic controls my life

How I quake and shiver

Anxious and depressed

Trying to hold onto bits of sanity

Waiting for someone to save me

But I’m sneaky like a fox

 

Hope is a thing with feathers

That has flown off and left me behind

To cry and find the blade again

The mask I wear can hide the truth

Disguise the pain that haunts my youth

Hiding in my music box

 

Everyday is a living hell.

Please, take my pain away.

This is not ok.

 

Reviews

[Juliet]

Your voice is amazing in this poem. Your pain, sorrow and hurt is transferred from your graceful words to the reader. "Hope is a thing with feathers that has flown off and left me behind" those two lines gave me shivers. Amazing job :)

[Rik B]

I feel you pain and panic in your words. venting through writing your fwords is the most relieving feeling you will ever experience, tell me if I am wrong.

[Chrissy]

I loved it very cute.