Fear of what could happen To my soul in the future Its blackened now, but I dont care I only want to know that it wont twist Wont crack, wont break, wont die At least not like yours So that I wont turn out Just like you When I grow up I dont care what I am What Im like, what I do There's only one thing I dont want to turn out like Even though I secretly fear That it's my fate To be just like you For all I care, I can be a failure Just like you said I just dont want to have Enough money for a nice house Nice clothes, nice stuff But live like I'm poor Becuase I'm off Buying stuff that I'm better without That makes me hurt my kids Like you do This terrible fear I've told almost no one Is piercing my soul Killing me slowly Making me suffer As much as you do physically, Now it's mentally too As icy cold fear Grips my insides Fear of being Just like you
Well, what can I say? You certainly know how to put emotions in print. A great gift. I find it hard to read some of your work. They are so real, they are distressing. I really like this one and wish I could have wrote something like this for my Dad and let him read it. I especially like this part.... Sort of like me in a way. I know I'm bad but still want to cling onto some hope that the darkness hasn't completely won yet. Please keep posting your work(life) here and remember that you are not alone..... Peace, Aidan
I'm just posting here to get this poem back up to the top of the list so everybody has a read and it doesn't slip by to page 2 un-noticed. I think its great! Peace, Aidan.
