About Me

by Shane Bowers   Aug 5, 2008


About me

you don't know my pain, or how i feel
why was it Greg and not me behind that wheel

i live with thoughts and memories every day
they never seem to go away

up all night never getting any sleep
sometimes it help to break down and weep

i am a man so i don't know why
i feels so good to cry

trying to hide my troubles and pain
makes me feel like i am going insane

i have been screwed in the head since the days of old
so many memories to never be told

so many feelings all bottled up inside
at time i wished at birth i would have died

some make fun of me and call me a poet
but what goes on in my head they will never know it

you may think this is dark or deep
i think i makes me look weak

a man is to be tough and strong
i wander if i will be able to hold on

if it were not for my close family and friends
i would have most certainly brought my life to an end

craziness runs in my family you see
and i was hoping it would skip over me

laughter helps me hide the pain
when i act stupid they say thats just Shane

when it seems i am at my wits end
i pick up the phone call a friend

they think i just like to talk a lot
in this life they are all i got

they help me through rough times without even knowing it
i care for them greatly but don't know how to show it

see i am a man full of pride
i am to keep all my problems and feelings inside

every time i have opened up and let someone near my heart
they have screwed me over and tore it apart

and that is not gonna happen again you see
even if i have to turn into a P-I-M-P

woman should be treated with love and respect
but they don't return it so what the heck

don't go off thinking i am gonna commit suicide
though i would at times be honored for the head lines to read a Graceville cop died

to give my life in the line of duty
would truly honor me
at least my kids then would be proud of me

they would not be raised up by this craziness within me
so they would have a chance to have a normal family

they were screwed for day one
being born to my mothers son

i had some of it before the badge and gun
i just thought the job would be fun

so much stays locked up inside my head
all the battered women, child and even the dead

i have seen stab wounds, gun shot wounds all over the body including the head
and the smell of brain matter and fresh blood well.... enough said

when you lay down and close your eyes
that is when you get your surprise

you can not press stop or turn off the TV
cause this is what goes on inside of me

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