random scribble, my wannabe poem.

I:
am no longer me.

But why?

Frustration is:
rising in my chest.
the devil.
my biggest downfall.

How to handle it??
I:
cry,
pout,
wish,
no longer dream.

Where:
is the inspiration?
am I?
have i been lately?

Lost:
It's the worst answer,
but the only one i find.

I want:
to be found.
someone...
to sweep me off my feet.
to be lost in adventure.
to lay under the stars.
to smile...
like i used to

unconstrained
unconcerned
just happy.

Stress Ruins:
Hopes and Dreams
Lives and Souls.
Relationships.

I wish:
This would cease.
To find the inspiration.
They would stop...
putting me in the middle.
Everyone would be happy again.
To sleep for ever.

I:
am no longer me.

This is why.