You may think you know me, I must admit, you think wrong//
the soul of a lost child lives deep within//
Banging and trashing, searching for the answers amiss the endless tunnel of light//
Crying, not just little petty whimpers you hear when you dog wants outside, but deep sobbing, ripping apart the hope that once resided//
Thoughts of suicide, morbid dreams//
Crowded alone in an empty space, with no one to yield the horrendous screams//
Trapping my emotions, bottling up my fears//
An infinite number of jars, filled with cold and lonely tears//
I only wish to guide those who are wild, in hopes that they look deep and hard to reveal the sinful creature I feel//
Memories of a lost childhood drown my lifeless body as I reach up to the top to be pulled even deeper within//
How do I heal, can you guide me, show me where to begin//
Envy resides in the abyss of my soul, never showing, never rising, locking itself in a chamber of lies, never to be opened for as long as it's carrier shall remain in her mind//
A shy little girl trying to open up to the world, but can't seem to stop hearing the voices telling her that she's nothing, everybody hates her, they think that she's stupid, she could never be liked//
Maybe that's the reason I'm not so outgoing, I care too much of what the world thinks of me, when I should be worrying of how I feel about myself//
*I wrote this poem in my freshman year of highschool. There was more to it, but I lost the last part.*
