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This Life
I become depressed at the most inconvenient hours
I wonder if this my only power.
Miss melancholy, miss doubt everything around me
Never letting some things just be,
But I can’t help it. No one taught me how to be happy
Everything I see is just various shades of crappy.
My Mother taught me how to be sad
She told me it was better than being mad.
My Father told me that this was dumb
That I shouldn’t try being so glum,
But they were both wrong
All I wanted was for them to get along.
Then my brother introduced me to drugs,
Said it was best to keep emotions under a rug.
And maybe I shouldn’t of, but I believed him
Best to cut my emotions off at the limb.
So here I am today, afraid to feel
And not quite sure how to heal.
I write stupid things and am overly critical
Of myself to the point I’m paralytical
In every aspect of this forgotten life
Someone help me end this inner strife.
Maybe I'll Rhyme
s'been a while :D
Overly Critical
Your rhyming is alright, mine isn't much better, haha.(: I don't think anyone is here to criticize where each other are at. I feel most are here as an outlet, to share, to read and relate, to feel a little something, to inspire. I very much enjoyed this writing, it is relatable.
Ever seen a poet on here who
Ever seen a poet on here who goes by Dove? She is an amazing writer who can rhyme like no other, it always flows smoothly. Always feel like when I rhyme it comes off as clunky and forced, but thanks, I appreciate your kind words. :)
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Dove
a good one for rhyme and for good feelings that uplift. I read her when I'm blue. Joy is another one who captures rhythm and rhyme that blend to meaning -allet-