Driven with insults
Consumed inside pain,
Lashed out by others
...Look what I became.
I love and I hate
I hate and I love
I dream of a nightmare
I wish I wouldn’t wake up.
I’d emerge my thoughts
Through pen and ink,
My opinions, my facts
My heart is extinct.
I’m locked inside
Claustrophobic,
I SCREAMED FOR SANITY!
BUT NOBODY WAS OPEN!
They all shut their doors!
I wasn’t allowed inside!
It’s as if I was the corpse
Living 25 to life!
Vexed inside judgment
Forced to be despicable,
My life has been everything
Accept it’s far from original!
Tonight I am a genius!
Tomorrow my talent will be locked,
My pen was unleashed with feeling
...later its writers block.
Sadly the rain pores down slow
But I wish that it would flood
So discreet I pick these knives
To the bullies I hold a grudge
These pick me ups are not strong enough
To break through their torment,
Their hatred sorrow and resentment
Have again beaten me, I forfeit.
I love those who hate me,
Hate those who adore,
This talent that I posses
Is to this day still ignored.