Too much of my time

For too many years,
I’ve fought off the tears,
Hoping some day my sadness will die,
For too many days,
I’ve thought of so many ways,
To have happiness outside a lie.

For too many nights,
I’ve dreamt many flights,
Where my hope and I can pick up and go,
For too much of my life,
I’ve tried to hide the strife,
Hoping my sad world wont show.

For too much of my time,
I’ve confessd my feelings in a rhyme,
So no one real will know how I feel,
For too much of my world,
I’ve seen twisvied and twirled,
I know now your world isn’t real

For too much of what I say,
Partly gives away,
Where the blackness inside me lies,
For too much of my face,
Shows a trace,
Of the sad world I see through my eyes.

For too much of my skin,
Shows my anger within,
Where the pain has once poured and is free,
For too much of my soul,
Is just a hollow hole,
Waiting for the depression to return to me.

©Elle
* Not a really happy poem….*