ordinary poem.

As I am here sitting alone

Writing this poem by my own

I feel the rage beneath my chest

And the pain consuming all the rest

The anger raised in my heart

And the feeling fell apart

It was like a rainy day

That forbids the sun to stay

It hurts more than it looks

But fairytales are just in books

Now, I’m dead inside

Just because you lied

Your feelings weren’t true

And now I feel overdue

This poem is over

And so am I.