Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Paranoid of what's next, always on guard. 
I sleep with one eye open, 
being aware of my surroundings; is hardly hard. 
My sensitivity to noises, 
Makes my feline like reflexes jump. 
I have nothing but anxiety, 
How can one be expected to live is this society? 
Where money is our priority, and control and power are our goals;
Where the rich are important, and the poor are undersold? 
No wonder depression is at its highest rate, this world around me makes me contemplate. 
Searching for my purpose, 
lost in my tracks. 
My own self and surroundings,
make me feel trapped. 
I can't find the light in this bottomless pit. 
My own hopes & dreams are gone, they feel unrealistic. 
I need to find some peace, 
but how long would it even last?  
My feelings of joy come and go, relatively fast. 
My quick fuse and anxiety seem to hold me back. 
Will I ever be happy with me, myself, and I? 
I guess that's the question that makes me want to cry. 
I feel ashamed to admit it, 
When expressing my feelings I feel I have to lie. 
But nothing is permanent, not even the sky. It's color is temporary, and so am I.