Too Cool To Be A Fool
Eyes that fall upon me- Their weight pushing me to the ground
Eyes becoming steely hands, now tightening their grip around my neck.
Stolen breath, I can't make a sound. I'm here for my appointment; yet, nowhere am I found.
Shackled from head to toe. Head to toe I'm BOUND
BOUND to find happiness once again someday. BOUND to give tongue to voice, to speak the words I need to say.
Help me someone....cause I'm trapped so deep inside. Waves of tears I've cried.
Feeling as if I'm a lonely old fool-
Still putting on a smile, and playing it cool.
This poem is about:
Me