It

[*Jamison*]

My mouth always gets me in trouble.
Not because I'm all talk.
It's because I don't talk at all.
It's all inside,
Bottled up.
I don't want it to explode;
What is "it"?
Is "it" the feelings in my heart that cause all the pain?
Is "it" the anger that I have
Due to a father who doesn't show love?
He had no idea he almost lost me,
Lost me forever.
He just goes on with his life.
He forgets my birthdays and my sisters' too.
Yet he gets upset when we don't call.
Father's Day and his birthday February 6th,
We can't forget.
I can't call him anymore.
I don't want to hurt anymore.
Whatever this "it" is,
I wish it would go away.
I wish I could bury all the pain,
All the misery and all the hate.
It's so built up inside,
I feel my lungs tighten up.
It's hard for me to breathe.
That feeling goes to the pit of my stomach.
"It" makes me nauseous.
I want the pain to stop.
I want "it" to stop;
But without a voice,
Without strength for my voice,
The words will never come out.
"It" never goes away completely.
The pain will never stop.

~Jamie

 

[grey kat]

you expressed your self great. I can compare to the "it" , i think many can, although i think the "it" is dfferent for all