Tuesday Poetry: Lonely Words

the journey through friendship always ends the same
i care less for each person the longer i stay
i dream to socialize yet i’m always home
seeking out friendships though i want to be alone
do others think of me when i’m not around
would anyone care if i didn’t make a sound
such insecurities are found in mad men
the ones who are so mad they must think with a pen
no companions around ‘cept a pen and pad
my words on paper will make you happy or sad

Poetry Monday: Not Happy

inside of my mind
lives a man who wants to cry
he can’t take all the lies
he feels like quitting all the time

i think he’s not happy

inside of my mind
lives a man who wants to die
he lives alone inside his eyes
he can’t take his pitiful life

i think he’s not happy

the man inside always tries
to make the best of his life
the emptiness inside his head
is his best and only friend

i think he’s not happy