Poem: Feeling Small (again)

[WonderSun]

Sitting here tonight, feeling so small.
I guess it’s better than feeling nothing at all

Of things, of places, of all that’s been done.
Could it be that I was not the only one?

To have been hurt in the worst possible way.
It has not been easy at all for me to say

Talking about all the bad things I had to take.
For all the times and places that I had to fake

Pretend being ok when I was truly a mess.
Feeling like nothing, often even much less

Feeling as though I would never be enough.
Having to pretend I was so big & so tough

But mostly I kept quiet, it was much easier to be.
Than to speak or to do anything verbally

Words were never easy, specially those filled with pain. Knowing all I do now, I can never ever be the same

The same person, I was destined to be.
Maybe one day, I will be finally free

From all this heartache that lives on inside me.
Now I must rest, stop beating myself so endlessly

[Watercolor]

I'm glad you are here, WonderSun. And are processing this way. Thank you for sharing your expressive poem!

[WonderSun]

Thank you @Watercolor. Most of these poems I’ve written aren’t new, some are from a few months back, some even further. Just that this one felt appropriate and relevant at the moment. Appreciate your kind words, thanks x