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World On My Shoulders Why does it feel that There is a world on my shoulders, A weight crushing me into the ground, A burden I cannot bear? Why must the weight of sorrow Of endless rejection Swallow the joy in my life And lead me into depression? Why must the weight of memory, The burden of an ugly past, Of embarassments and ridicule Bear on my slender body? Why must the crushing weight Of so many expectations Robe me of the ability To overcome this life This morass of despair? Why must I feel I carry a world on my shoulders, For I am only one And a melancholy one at that? Why can't I feel That I am really wanted, And really loved, And why must I feel Like an outsider all the time, An outsider with a world on my shoulders?
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