The Actor (Original)

These words,
They have no owner.
These chains,
They hinder.
Where's my purpose
When I'm the antagonist?
I'm tired of being the one.
I'm sick of the words.
Who is to say,
I have no heart?
My eyes leak,
My heart beats,
Faster than usual if that.
Why should I be sorry?
I should be sorry to myself,
For allowing this to go further.
You're right
I'm the wrong one,
I'm the misplaced one.
I am the one that always decays.
With one touch,
I made it.
Ask my heart.
It has feelings too.
Not just yours.
Not just you.

-Erick Flores

This poem is one that I spontaneously wrote on a saturday afternoon. It reminds me of the times when we are going through rough times with others. I named it "The Actor" because we can see many verbs taking control of the poem. It reminds me of the actor, that with many passionate emotions has to get his personality across. Let me know what you think of it.