You asked for poetry….

Sorry I know it’s bad but people asked me to post it so….

I have other poems too if you want to hear them. Thanks for helping me so far.

 

I’m down under ground

nobody can see

they don’t notice

my true identity

 

I’ve been buried alive

can’t come up from under

I’m seen as lightning

but really I’m thunder

 

My rage is trapped

down under with me

and under ground

is where it should be

 

If I come up

I’ll never be the same

when I’m looked at

you’ll only see pain

 

I like it down here

it’s calm and quiet

above it’s loud

and a disturbing riot

 

If I let go

and never come back

maybe I’ll find the identity

I still sadly lack

 

It would put a stop

to all my problems

and I won’t have to worry

about all my solemns

 

I could be free

not buried alive

and maybe just then

I’ll begin to thrive.