A poem about not being able to face the world outside and not being proud of myself. |
-Can’t Be Proud- by Keaton Foster Can’t be proud Without a sound No words spoken With everything to say But be assured Much about nothing Who is listening Not a single soul As always I am alone A prisoner within his home I cannot go outside Because I find everything Most of all every other person Immensely frightening Deep within my mind Deep within my chest Lives An undiagnosed condition Hidden by a diagnosed predication Taking drugs cuts down the edge Makes a life once impossible A livable disaster of possibilities Each day when I wake up I look in the mirror And say, I can do this But just as quick I fail Just as quick I realize That I can do nothing at all I climb back into my hole I hide from the reality of life I refuse all chances at normalcy For what I am comfortable with For what I truly understand These words are as close as I can get They are my fight against myself A battle that I am winning Within a war that I am losing Can’t be proud Because I’ve done nothing right And everything completely wrong I would feel sorry for myself If I was capable of such a feeling But an ever increasing emotionless void Floods my chest and lessons my senses This particular day is about to end A new one will start next The same will happen again and again I will wake up ready to face the world But I will only face myself in the mirror I am too afraid of what is beyond The reflection that I am comfortable with Such a fear will always keep me here Such a fear is more real than anything else… Can’t Be Proud Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |