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A Cut Into Society's Creation

Im going crazy.
Just a little smile,
A quiet laugh,
A drop of blood,
And the pain,
Still just a crumb of what is to come.
 
No one seems to see
How my smile gets bigger
Everyday.
But I’m not happy.
No sir,
Happiness no longer exists in the death covered hallows of my mind.
 
No one seems to hear
My laugh get louder
Until my voice cracks.
But I find nothing funny.
No sir,
I laugh when I see others around me fall, but do not know what I’ve been through.
 
No one seems to smell the everflowing blood
Running down my face
Dripping off my fingertips.
But I didn’t do it on accident.
No sir,
They made me do it, I couldn’t stop until my pain went away.
 
No one seems to feel the same pain
I feel deep inside everyday
That never seems to go away.
But I never got over it.
No sir,
The pain is unbearable like I’m drowing but everyone around me can breathe.
 
As I fall apart
Right before everyone’s eyes
They do not see,
Hear,
Smell,
Nor feel
What I am going through.
 
They wouldn’t understand anyway
They just think I’m crazy.
They laugh, point, and stare at the monster,
The animal,
They see shying away from the rest.
 
As my smile gets bigger,
My laugh gets shriekier,
The blood runs faster,
And the pain gets stronger,
It all takes it’s toll.
 
They say crazy people don’t know they’re crazy.
Well I can tell you
That’s a lie.
 
We see nothing wrong with it.
We find pleasure in becoming it.
It’s a safe haven.
My paradise
Where I don’t have to care about anything
Or worry about anyone.
 
That monster
That animal
All one person.
Me.
 
You wonder how I’ve become this way?
Just ask yourself,
For you’re the ones
Who made me like this.

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