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Find the light.
I write poem after poem,
to cope with all these feelings.
How I've felt so disconnected,
all my life I didn't belong.
There wasn't a place for me,
not one where I felt right.

I've had people and friends,
but that is just a distant memory.
Nothing ever quite satisfies,
as of lately I don't find the light.
Maybe I'm focusing too much,
on all of the mistakes I did.
To be honest that's just how,
I was raised as a kid truthfully.

Always looking for perfect,
don't want to disappoint them.
Need to do all things right,
no space for failure I had.
Now I sit here in self-torture,
as I hate myself further.

Remember back to a time,
where I was a kid and so free.
My parents fought yet again,
but I still had some peace.
Too young to process things,
now I'm older and I see,
how hurt I've truly been.

Maybe I need a bit of help,
maybe I am not this damaged.
Maybe I need compassion,
maybe with it I could grow.
Can't reach this perfection,
gotta let it go, gotta let it go.

Can't reach my perfection,
I feel so weary, gotta...

find
the
light.

© dats_poetry