kitty the naughty poet

Battle of life

Slipping further and further,

down into the abyss of sadness

running the race but I never win

never seem to be moving...

 

You wish me well and pat my back

with a snide stare, but you forget

I know what that means

you dislike me for who I am, how I speak...

 

So now I hide,

hid away in shadows is where you\'ll find me

spiralling down the slopes to burn in hell

riding low on the back of hurtful comments..

 

Shamed for, well... everything

stabbing eyes point the finger

melting me to a puddle of mud

containing all my broken pieces...

 

Laughter sails through humorous oceans

drowning pain in a sea of chuckles

nobody ever really says what they mean

every fight fought in my thoughts...

 

Loosing sense of where I am

as the war blazes up around me

cursing the highways to hell

dying quietly on the battlefield of life.