Poetry I Can't.

[Organized_Chaos11]

I can't run to the place.
I can't get up on the stage.
Most actors...
They put on a mask on the stage, taking it off in real life.
I always have a mask on.
One that hides my problems, struggles, dreams.
I take it off only to sing.
Only to dance.
Only while I'm on the stage.
There is, however...
One more exception.
One more time I take my mask off.
When I'm with her.
I take my mask off.
She sees my face.
She sees my problems, struggles, dreams.
Because I love her.
I live only for her...
And the stage.

When I put my mask on,
I can't breathe.
I try to inhale,
It won't work.
It can't.
I can't work.
I'm broken.
She puts me back together.
Hopeless.
She drags me through the weather.
She'll make me keep going.
Keep marching on.
Keep being me.
Keep being strong.

Sometimes.
Roses.
Wilt.
I feel like I'm wilting.
This beautiful rose...
Is also capable of hurting someone.
With her thorns.
Her weapons.
Always at her side.
The rose.
It's wilting.
Dying.
It's drooping.
Sagging.
Now, it's holding on.
A seed falls to the ground, creating a new rose.
And it blooms once again.
She has made me bloom again.

 

[Organized_Chaos11]

A rose.
When I bloom, life is great.
When I bloom, nothing is wrong.
When I bloom, I look beautiful.
When I bloom, my petals are soft.
A human.
When I am born, I am in pain.
When I am born, life is confusing.
When I am born, I am ugly.
When I am born, I cry.
When I am born, others are happy.
When I am born, I am sad.
A [cat, dog, pig, etc.]
When I am born, I find food.
When I am born, I am a scavenger.
When I am born, I am with others.
The runt.
When I am born, I cannot find food.
When I am born, I am constantly looking.
When I am born, all the others...
Are more privledged than me

 

[Organized_Chaos113]

Somehow, my previous account had complications, so I made a new one and it's working like it's supposed to. I'll keep writing poetry, just a different account.