Feel Free To Critique!
Writing this poem, as I sit alone
People wonder why I'm hiding;
Inside my invisible shield.
I listen to the silence of the air
Feeling the beat of my heart,
As though it is empty, it is ever so bare.
Writing this poem, as I sit alone
People wonder why I'm so concealed.
I remember the memories; the vague past
Of the good times, that I wish hadn't went by so fast.
Writing this poem, as I sit alone
People wonder why I've never been revealed.
I keep the real soul of "me"
Inside of this human body,
For it is just a suit of armor,
That barely protects
I wish life was easy, without regrets.
Writing this poem, as I sit alone
Tell me, now do you know?
NOTE: this has a sort of personal twist on it. you may or may not understand what this poem means. sorry in advance if it is to vague, or lacks being specific!
