I had the worst day, <br />And it's not getting any better. <br />I am hated, <br />With a burning passion <br />That scorches and burns my skin whenever, <br />I get to close. <br /> <br />I guess I deserve it, <br />Since I brought is upon myself, <br />But I am just so confused, <br />I don't know what I can live without. <br /> <br />My friends lie to me, <br />to my face. <br /> <br />My parents tell me a fantasy story, <br />to explain their actions. <br /> <br />People try to figure me out, <br />And I try my best, <br />to make myself, <br />As comprehensible as a block of gunk. <br /> <br />I am confused and dazed, <br />And don't know what to believe, <br />Or whom to believe. <br /> <br />My world is spinning out of control, <br />And I don't have anything to hold onto, <br />My hands are slippery, <br />I can't grip onto anything. <br /> <br />I hear voices, <br />And they all say the same thing: <br /> 'You are a horrible person... <br /> You will never find love... <br /> You are as stupid as an acorn... <br /> <br />And so much more, <br /> <br />Maybe they were right about, <br />All of these things, <br />But maybe I just have to hold on, <br />A little tighter. <br /> <br />And maybe you will realize, <br />That I was really meant for you. <br />And then you will help me up, <br />Just like you were meant to. <br /> <br />O sweet day, <br />If this is to come. <br />So, I guess I will, <br />Pick up the pieces, <br />And find the tape, <br />To fix myself together once again...<br /><br />Mathew Sutter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-to-pieces-3/
