When I Break

what a mess it will be
a spilling of everything kept inside for so long
i don't even know what is there
because i don't think i even know me
i'm my own stranger
tired, fake, alone
playing the part so well
but all good things come to an end
my end can't be so far away
i can sense it
like approaching a waterfall
being pulled closer to the edge
and there is no stopping it now

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

Absolutely brilliant. I love this piece ! This is one for my library for sure. Great writting !

[Lady Lazarus.]

magnificent.
like the inner working of a mind.
I feel like this a lot.
deep & thought provoking...

[ShantaeMarlinda]

Wow. I really liked this one. I felt similarly about 3-4 weeks ago. I'd lost myself in everything that was going on and then finally I just broke and everything around me fell apart. I didn't know how to pick myself up. How do you help a stranger, you know? Anyway, I'm rambling. This was a great poem.