neuroticanne

I have been writing poetry again.
Don't know how I feel about sharing it right now though

Something about having a troubled soul is that the words come out so much more freely... darkness brings words to me and gives me comfort in some strange way.

I used to paint on a smile on my face and try to pretend as though everything was okay...even though I just wanted to disappear.

I think that in order for me to be able to survive, that first I must stop pretending.

I am totally random...I am not together. One minute I may be happy, when during the next minute I could feel like I am falling apart.
I do enjoy life, but I'm also very, very angry.
I do my best to please everyone around me, but no one ever tries to bring a smile to my face.
I don't think that anyone has ever been in love with me.
And that hurts because I feel like the unloveable.
I have done things that I regret, and would do anything if given the chance to do some things over again.
I have been hurt, and have done the hurting.
My thoughts rarely coincide with my actions
I don't like being lied to. Ever.
I am simply simple. It doesn't take a lot to please me.
I can't help the fact that I sometimes get jealous in situations where I shouldn't be feeling any jealousy...or have the RIGHT to be feeling jealousy. But I do.
I am neurotic. I can't help it.
Take me as I am...
or don't take me at all