Poems I thought of

I felt like making some poems lately.. so here they are: Note.. it has no real set technique to it.

Pain:
This hurt, this pain, this sadness
That breaks some and others less
It's something that I can bear
Because I know when it's done
You will be the one
To come and find a way here.

A simple talk, and I went past a line
A line that I found was not fine
I type this as I sit.
With this pain in my heart
I wasn't very smart
I find I cannot forget.

You are like me, sometimes in almost every way
With faults so similar, they may have used the same clay.
To mold us the way they saw fit
And to say that that's true
Would be an insult to you
Because we aren't that similar, not a bit.

Yet people, they say that we are
And it burns, searing like hot tar
Because we may try taking the blame
We may screw up
And spill our own cup
But we aren't to be told we're the same.

This pain, it still burns inside me
As I type I see how it's to be
I cannot seem to cry
Because the tears won't come
Like a drum that won't drum
Even though I want to and try.

Will you be there, when I see you next?
Will you help me or is it complex?
If you can, you should come find it
The thing that's gone missing
The pain that I'm feeling
You know it, and feel it, and yet

You leave me here, alone on the ground.
In silence I sit here, and I see that around
Everyone else thinks I'm okay
But the truth that they face
Is a mask that was placed
Is one that cannot show how I feel today.