Melancholy’s Wrong

A Poem by Kharma Gentner

Adored from afar but not up close,

Not by the ones who matter most.

What is this imposter syndrome?

Mistakes from mistakes, anger.

Not to be her, but I was on my own.

Kept quiet and thrived from the alone.

Catnaps because the world was cold.

My mind only allowed anger.

I came from a hateful family.

Parents split too late,

I was the child picked second.

Bottling up only led to anger.

Not to be her, but he left me.

I was thinking “I love you” too early.

Planning in my head, our dreams.

Embarrassment, anger.

If you try to get in my life,

Beware I might not show my light.

I’m not sorry, it’s just not my style.

Make me talk, anger.

Not to be her, but I wasn’t liked.

Shed tears to give me a good night.

So used to being in the right.

One mistake, anger.

Rage seeps into my mind,

It’s useless to be kind.

There’s no room for sadness,

Melancholy’s wrong.

Days keep on passing by,

Emotions take up too much time.

I show a false sense of confidence,

But I’m crumbling on the inside.

I’m not awaiting a savior,

I’m my own.