Poem i wrote (based on true events)

“Why am I so confused?” she asked me.

“I, myself have been wondering the same thing,” I tell her.

She acts concerned, but I can see

Her sudden apathy.

But I know I’ll break

If I keep all this bottled inside of me.

I’ll bore her with my tales

Of my pitiful life

And her responses come shorter

And I know that she doesn’t know how to fix

My eternal strife

Maybe she doesn’t care

But I call her friend

So my terrible tales

Of what some may call life

With her I share

“Are you happy?” she ask me.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I respond,

Tired of trying to explain,

When no one listens anyway

“Reasons” she tells me,

Like she knows

Yeah,

Reasons I think

I’m a lone

I constantly disappointing myself

I’d rather live in my imagination than reality

No one believes in me.

I’m never good enough

A list of reasons

But I could never tell her that

She would think I want pity

I don’t want pity

I want answers

I move on with the conversation

Like everything is almost fine.

But secretly-

I’m screaming-

“Help!”

 Inside.