Poem Sequence

It’s not any fun to be sensitive,

Nor is it fun to be insecure;

Being both is extremely hard.

I feel like nobody understands…

I always think I’m wrong

I’m never sure when something is right

The smallest things will make me cry

I’m scared to do specific things

My friends call it paranoia

I don’t think it is;

It’s part of my life

Nobody understands;

People tell me to do things

And if I can’t

They get frustrated with me

When if anything…

I’m the frustrated one.

I feel like I have a huge steel door inside of me

Very heavy

And extremely hard to open

It’s open for as long as I can hold it

While it’s open

I can let out so much

Anger—

Sadness—

Problems—

And tears

Tears that have been kept in for so long

Tears that are made up of anger, and sadness

Sometimes even frustration and stress

It takes a bit of time for the door to open

Usually questions help to open the door

Every question that’s asked

Helps to open it a little bit…

As it slowly opens—I slowly start to show emotion

Once it’s wide open,

So am I.