Sit Back & Read Some Poetry

I Stopped Believing in Myself

Rosemarie Piemonte

I stopped believing in myself today

I guess that's what I did

I know no one cares about me

And, I hate the way I live.

I work hard, but never keep the money

I dream of things that won't come true

I still have hope for my future

But I see now what good will hope do.

I stopped believing in myself today

No one else gives a damn

They don't listen to me

Or believe in who I am.

Why do others destroy me

Make my heart feel pain

Do they just feel I'm stupid

Or, am I the one to blame?

I must believe in myself

Because I am who I am

I'll try harder tomorrow

And do the best that I can.

The ones who push me down

I'll show them

That I will succeed

The ones who hurt me the most

I know

Will never make me bleed.

Rejection

He thinks he knows me

Since he knows my name

I think he loves me

He’ll never know I feel the same.

There’s something strange about him

He’s a mystery to me

I’ll keep him a secret

Even in my poetry.

There once was darkness

That darkness has passed

I met him who makes me think

A great friendship could last.

He makes me laugh

He makes me cry

I see the joy I bring to him

That joy

I think

Is in his eyes.

There’s fear

It’s a terrible fear

It makes the bubbles rise to your throat

That kind of fear

The chills, the shakes,

The beginning is near

Rejection.

Instincts

When do you trust your instincts?

Walls

I can’t climb the walls

I can’t run through them

I can’t see over, or beyond

But

I can write on them

Bang my head, kick, scream

Even punch a hole

The walls can’t punch a hole through me.

Dark

Black

Morbid

Thoughts

Lerching within my brain.

Fear

It’s the worst thing

Worse than anger

Worse than pain

Worse than feeling a tad bit insane

Fear

Brings on the anger

Fear

Brings on the pain

Fear

Brings on the stress

Of Failure.

Have you ever felt alone?

The need to be loved?

The need to laugh?

Or the need to cry?

The need to be caring? Or cared for?

Or the need to die?

I was so sad

Your laughter brought me laughter too

Your promises

Made me act like a fool.

Why am I writing poems?

I do not write poetry?

It doesn’t have the need for me.

Why do I stare, but my fingers still move?

I have a blank thought while I narrow my groove

Here’s the situation,

I like you and you like me

I need to have fun

And you will see

That love doesn’t mean a thing

We won’t get that close

We won’t end it badly

We won’t

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