Pain

A poem of mine

My heart was filled with pain.

Pain which I cannot detain.

But I wasn't going insane.

Because my feelings were contained.

My soul was filled with hurt

That soon became dirt.

Dirt which lied underneath my feet.

Soon becoming beat.

From running down an unfamiliar street.

They saw me as lust

But I was fading away as dust.

That's why no one has trust.

Trust that they could not get close

Since it always gets lost.