Midnight Cries
His plastic smile only fools himself
Lookin in the mirror, wishin he was someone else
He wants to start over, have everything new
If I made his decisions i’d want to change too
He inherited his temper with such a short fuse
He abuse’s the drink like he’s got nothing to lose
The neck of the bottle feels cold in his hand
Only this numbing liquid can make him feel like a man
His insecurities are all covered by lies
His face still wet from his midnight cries
He screams as he sees his life coming down
His screams unnoticed as the pillow drowns the sound
His mind settles in a state of depression
You’d think after this long he’d finally learn a lesson
But the loop continues from day to day
At night a mess, by morning he’s ok
One minute he knows everything then asks all the why’s
The day a fake smile, followed by midnight cries
For every action theirs a price to pay
And you can not change when you live the same way
We can all relate. This is awesome Tycen.
It’s not often I read gutsy and harrowing poetry like this. You’re a good writer that pens your dialogues and monologues with raw honesty. This is sad stuff but insightful. You end it well giving the impression of conscious action mingled with unconscious behaviour.