Feeling so conflicted as to what I'm missing
knowing what I'm feeling isn't what I'm really missing
know that times are harder now
Time is constantly ticking
Life keeps on pushing me further, how?
Feels like I'm always on the edge and close to tipping
and I keep tripping
And the urge is always there, picking away at me
Haunting me with its cold glares and stares
making me feel so conflicted as to what I'm missing
and I know what I feel isn't what I'm missing
I'm missing but nobody seems to see
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...listening
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...looking
I'm missing but right in plain view
but nobody's noticed I've gone...missing
So why would they search for me when they think I'm as whole as the full moon glistening
what they fail to realize
was she was the moon
but a part of her was hidden away
a piece of her...*missing
I know it's been a while since I posted a poem
But I'm currently struggling to paste together the words that I want to say
They're there...I just don't seem to want to say them since well, I know it's not just speaking the words that make the difference, it's the power of writing them, that give them life.
But I'm taking one step at a time,
and tho this isn't a new piece
and i wrote it a while back,
it's still a start right?
