Melancholy

• Sydney Pre, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

Here I am, deep down in a cold cellar
Dark, empty, hollow space for a lonely dweller
Alone, crying and yelling for help
No one can hear me
No matter how loud I yelp, just like a dog.

I must've forgotten it's all in my mind
Reminiscing all the feelings and memories
Pretending to be okay , in reality
As no one cares, but my family.

Life is a beautiful struggle
Dreaming of a perfect life
Though living in a world full of lies
I'm here again, dwelling in my mourning mind

Running down my cheek were anger that turned into tears
Feeling like a freak, it was another reminder no one's here
Subtly, I'm the victim of my own mind.