October 8th, 2018
If I’m being honest
What does that mean
These lies have filled me up
Like water in a canteen
Refreshing and cool
But not quenching my thirst
I’m holding it inside
But I’m going to burst
Can I honestly ask
How have I lied
I never was deceitful
But was it implied?
They tell me I’m wrong
That it’s the only policy
But is it too late for me
To live my life in honesty?
January 2nd, 2018
Here’s to starting something new
But I don’t know what to write
I hold so much inside
And it keeps me up at night
Am I being honest with myself
Or do I not know what I want
The reasons have piled up
Why this is my confidant
I’m running out of people
That I can tell the truth
I watch them slip away
As I’m aging out of youth
My head spins in confusion
My heart is falling behind
I’m trying to break free
But I’m feeling so confined
I keep reaching out for help
They all watch me as I drown
I don’t know what to do
These thoughts will bring me down
Doll Poetry 