I’m Torn
There’s a battle inside
Where no one can see
A struggle between
Different parts of me
I write what I feel
No audience in mind
Words sometimes flow
With odd rhythms and rhymes
When at last I finish
A strange feeling sets in
It’s a craving of sorts
To find someone akin
A companion who’ll relate
To the thoughts on the page
Whether sentiments of joy
Or throttled fits of rage
I put myself out there
Throwing fear to the side
And wait for the comments
Vowing to take them in stride
Only two likes?
Did anyone read?
I should be happy
But it’s less than I need
Why do I care?
They’re only my thoughts
It’s not like I’m putting them
In a book to be bought
Oh, silly boy
Contradictory you are
Wanting things to be noticed
As if you were a star
Yet if people noticed
If they gave you much praise
You’d shrink back in dread
To avoid spotlight’s rays
You crave the acclaim
In a non-public way
One-on-one would be best
To hear what they say
Then you could deflect
All the glory aside
It could be much better
If harder I tried
Compliments are hard
For me to receive
I feel undeserving
I cannot believe
So why do I want them
I ask of myself
If I’m only going to
Put them up on a shelf
I have no answers
To these questions I ponder
There seems no solution
And my mind starts to wander
It’s a battle inside
Where no one can see
A struggle between
Different parts of me
I’m torn
There’s a battle inside
Where no one can see
A struggle between
Different parts of me
I write what I feel
No audience in mind
Words sometimes flow
With odd rhythms and rhymes
When at last I finish
A strange feeling sets in
It’s a craving of sorts
To find someone akin
A companion who’ll relate
To the thoughts on the page
Whether sentiments of joy
Or throttled fits of rage
I put myself out there
Throwing fear to the side
And wait for the comments
Vowing to take them in stride
Only two likes?
Did anyone read?
I should be happy
But it’s less than I need
Why do I care?
They’re only my thoughts
It’s not like I’m putting them
In a book to be bought
Oh, silly boy
Contradictory you are
Wanting things to be noticed
As if you were a star
Yet if people noticed
If they gave you much praise
You’d shrink back in dread
To avoid spotlight’s rays
You crave the acclaim
In a non-public way
One-on-one would be best
To hear what they say
Then you could deflect
All the glory aside
It could be much better
If harder I tried
Compliments are hard
For me to receive
I feel undeserving
I cannot believe
So why do I want them
I ask of myself
If I’m only going to
Put them up on a shelf
I have no answers
To these questions I ponder
There seems no solution
And my mind starts to wander
It’s a battle inside
Where no one can see
A struggle between
Different parts of me
I’m torn
- Author notes
- I only dabble in poetry, and it shows here. However, it's me...
- Story length
- short story