yes, almost all of my poems are dreary but they are well made if i do sayso my self. it would really please me if you commented and liked my peoms that i slaved away at. i always insist that my works are perfect. enjoy!

The voice inside -poem

I want to be strong,
But there’s a voice inside me,
That holds me back,
From what I want.

Its eating away,
At my soul,
It only gets stronger,
And I fight for myself.

I want to tell people,
Things I could never say,
But that voice calls me back,
To my black past.

It won’t let me do,
The things I want,
It hides me away,
Under a blanket of anxiety.

I want to talk with people,
And have friends,
But the voice wants no one,
To interfere with its plans.

It says there is no room in my heart,
It can only be us,
But I want more,
Than just myself.

I want to be strong,
And determined,
I want to stand up,
For my rights.

But how can I do things,
When I fight with myself,
And I don’t know what to do,
To stop it.

I want to get rid of it,
And through it away,
But can someone,
Please help.

Because I don’t know,
How to forget my bad past,
Or how to make my ugly self,
Disappear.

in the blackest place - poem

In a pitch dark room,
In the blackest place,
I’m Locked in a room,
And going insane.

The darkest black, is all I see,
And no light can enter this room,
A person of black ice appears,
Speaking freezing cold words.

These ugly words,
Mangle my soul,
Echo in my head,
And mess with my mind.

My body is weak,
I can’t move at all,
I am trapped in this dark place,
Where the only color is,
Black