I didn't title this.
My inadequite heart beats unsteadily
As harmful thoughts quickly ready
My plan for a great escape.
Escaping the unreality of darkness
That falls so unrelentless
On my fragile mind.
Tears falling hard all the time
Behind this mask that is mine
Making it hard to really feel.
My mind fragments ever quicker
Then my trust it does flicker
Just hurry up and do it.
If you beat them to the chase,
You never have to plead your case.
Never ever let them see.
All the pain and inadequacy held inside
Instead give them a front of total pride.
When really I'm just broken.
Re: I didn't title this.
i like your word . there a lot of feeling in your poem
and when read it three tilte came to my mind
[COLOR="Purple"]1.The chaser 2. Broken fagments of 1's mind 3.The Forgotten [/COLOR
your peom have alot of power in thy word i enjoed the reading alot keep them comming.