The Quirky Owl

 Here's a little poem to address our silenced pursuits, struggles and sorrows. I hope one day we have the strength to face them and move forward without carrying them as a burden along the way. Oh the irony,  When all you want to do is scream your lungs out but there’s no one to hear you When you want is someone to hold you tight and never let go To want to be close to someone, but all you know is to push them away. So you do what your duty entails you You take away the emotions, the pain, the sorrow And bury it down a thousand leagues of repressed memories, Never to be touched again. So you put on a mask, the façade that everyone seems to believe is true Because this is a place of the survival of the fittest, Here, a weak mind will only bring your downfall. If only I wasn’t faint hearted If only I was brave enough  To bare my heart, to speak up, to stand out. Instead here I stand In the empty wasteland Cold and abandoned With no one for company,  Save for a pile of ...