Listen

Listen.

It's a fact of life that we all do grow,
We become mature from playing outside as kids.
Hide and seek becomes hiding from the world.
Where we lock ourselves up in our rooms,
Listening to music and not wanting to go out.

I don't understand the fact that we all have to change.
It's not that we have to, but we do.
Human nature as they call it,
But I just think that its our surroundings that change us.
The pain that people create causes us changes us.
It makes us stronger-
Some of us anyways, others of us just move on with life.
Living with the pain everyday and not thinking about it.

Depression: defined in the dictionary as a feeling,
Of suppressed emotions.
Depression a feeling that dwells in most poets,
Some say that it makes their poems better.
But does it? or does it make them feel better by writing it?
I have no idea if I'll ever show this poem to anyone.
Or rather that I'll just blurt out my feelings-
On a blank canvas and let my self hang there openly crying.

This is for everything anyone has ever done to me.
They made me change,
they created this hate I have inside me that I have to hide.
I can't let the world see this true me that has so much anger built up.
Could this have been created when I was born?
I have no idea.
Was I really meant to be on this earth and be the way I am.
I don't understand it.
I guess I never will.
But as for now, as a poet,
I'll never show those who I love the true me,
But show sides of myself in my poetry
And let it flow out like the wind in the trees.
So silently but its noticed by those who listen.