"My Internal Exam"
"Was it something I did?"
"Was it something I said?"
Answers are what I desperately need
To get these questions out of my head.
What if it was something that I "never" did?
Or maybe something that I "never" said?
Whatever was it that caused me to painfully bleed,
And cry these tears I shed?
Haunted by these questions,
I no longer know what to do.
Is it because I'm so stupid and ignorant
That I have not a single clue?
Realizing this filled me with nothing but disdain,
I can't believe I'm bound by my own chains.
How my world is crumbling down into total disarray,
Recovering seems like finding a needle in a dozen stacks of hay.
Being caught up in confusion makes me somber,
Is there a remedy?
I wonder.
Sometimes I can't help but feel like a test paper,
Hoping for a student to fill in the blanks with the right answer.
----- emo -----
Ps. These poems I write mean a lot to me. I know they're not really that good but please do not copy it in any way without my permission.
