I fear the scars
On my arms
I fear the pain
In my heart
And I fear the happiness
In my head
I feel psychotic
Messed in the mind
I am
But no one sees
Who I can be
Just give me a chance
They judge me
With no second glance
The scars on my arm
And the stories they tell
My broken sadness
And the way I fell
The stories I write
Through the words in my throat
Sail around my mind
In a boat lit afire
The cuts on my heart
Show through my eyes
They see me fall apart
While I disguise my lies
And the happiness
In my brain
Makes me feel high
Even when I want to die
I can’t escape this prison
That is my body
It entwines me
Until I’m blinded
By the darkness
I can’t see
And I’m silenced
Beyond control
The torture I endure
For myself
By myself
I cut and I cut
And I cannot stop
Only when all the doors are shut
And my voice is gone
The tears can come
And it’s like the vision unfolds
I see for me
A person I can’t reach
And the person
I wish I could be
Believe what you see
But that is not me
Tell me who I am
And see how that affects
When all they think I am
Is a defect
But please have respect
Because you don't realize
What I've done for you
When you were at your lowest
What I hope for you
During your strongest
The person I wish I could be for you
Scars the heart I have for you
Makes me fear of me
For you
But I fear the scars
And weirdly not cars
When one could kill me
But when all I can see
Is how to be invisible?
A car makes me feel free
When there's nothing left to even be
Me
- Author: Madds (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2023 15:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Just thought I would write something kinda relatable
- Category: Sad
- Views: 4
Comments1
a very touching tale
beautifully written.
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