Not Good Enough

Fri, 03/03/2017 - 22:51 -- BN15

I use to share poems with my name attached 

but then I was told I should stop

so my name was detached 

because the statement made my confidence drop.


What if she was right?

Was I just wasting my time

when I tried to write

and make it rhyme? 


So, I completely quit.

I gave up something I love

because someone made me feel unfit

but the desire is not something I could get rid of.


The words would dance in my brain

as I tried to drift off to sleep

but the separation created more pain

and time made it run deep.


The words would slowly ooze out of me

I would try to stop them

but it made me feel so free

and I realized keeping them contained was dumb.


It made a broken heart even more soar

because I tried to keep it all in

but it put my mind and emotions at war

and there was no way for me to win


Her words were hard to ignore

I never expect a pat on the back.

It wasn’t something I had asked for 

but I also didn’t expect an attack.


I have to write

even if people hate it

maybe their the ones who need sight

maybe their the ones who are unfit.


Maybe they don’t understand the emotions that run deep within the soul

because they try to hide it away

but letting it out is the only way to feel whole

and not turn into decay.


You see, I don’t really have a choice

because it’s the only way to free my heart

and feel like I have a voice

when I’m falling apart. 


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