I am gonna share with you a poem I wrote over 10 years ago. When I was just trying to figure it all out. I thought this drawing went well with it because it to is confusing yet beautiful.
There is something in my head, but I can’t figure it out,
Am I losing control, I want to stand and shout,
Or is that really what my heart desires,
Or am I simply fueled by the fires,
Of anger and frustration that is held within,
I can’t believe that I’ve been stretched this thin,
My body is telling me that I had better stop,
Before my juice runs out and over uncontrolled I flop.
Am I really this tired or is it all in my mind,
I feel something’s missing, something I can’t find,
A lot of things go wrong and yet, so much is right,
Is what I’m really feeling deep inside fright?
All of these feelings just can’t be let loose,
Am I a loser, a freak, or at the end, the caboose.
What is it? What wants to take control?
I wish I could walk through my mind on patrol.
Does this make sense or have I lost you?
The confusion overwhelms me, I just might turn blue
in the face from holding it all inside.
Is there someone in my life in whom I can confide?
I know there is someone, but would they really care?
Do I let them know my secret, Do I really dare?
Not that the secret is bad, but that its really this,
I have so much in my head, so much that they all miss.
My mind is cluttered it needs to be organized.
Maybe when I feel this way, they’ve got me hypnotized.
Can they really handle every feeling that I have?
Sad? Happy? Frustration? All together drive me mad!
What am I doing spilling all my guts,
No one can heal me from all these deep cuts.
So many in my heart, and yet you’ll not see any scars.
Its as if I put the these emotions on a rocket ship to mars.
This way no one knows them, and they can all be free,
And no one will have to feel these things, but me.
Charity Woods, 2003