I can understand the world is too much.
Balancing more than your head on your neck.
You feel like you need a hit or a rush,
To be a person rather than a speck.
If only you knew you are beautiful,
Without getting by with a little help.
The anxiety you hide is dreadful.
Worse is the pain you inflict on yourself.
Just know things that dwell in the darkest caves,
Find a way to develop their own light.
You are a master and you are a slave.
Which one will you be through the lonesome night?
When you are falling into bed be sure,
It is your bed and not the cold hard floor.
Brilliant lines your wrote here:
You are a master and you are a slave.
Which one will you be through the lonesome night?
The lonesome night is being in solitary.
Gosh! this poem is really powerful.
I really like this poem so much. 🙂