I wake up every day
With the same thoughts taking over me,
Hate, embarrassment, fear,
Guilt, jealousy, dread,
All of them embracing me,
Drowning me, smashing me.
I fell into the abyss
Beaten by those bastards.
Bruises and scratches appeared on me,
Cured they couldn't be.
Serious consequences I have to bear
And the scars proud to wear.
The battlefield, I've already entered it,
I'm not a coward, running away ain't my thing.
Many difficulties I have faced,
A lot of experience I've gained.
The devils after me cried out,
With silence I shut them up.
You should never assume
That it's impossible to win.
Being a hero isn't difficult,
But the fear to face.
That's all I had to say,
I hope these words have pierced.
YOU ARE READING
A World Unseen
PoetryHmmm I see you've managed to enter my subconscious mind. I welcome you with open arms, but I'm not sure whether you'll like it here. We've got: a shit ton of mental disorders, angst, passive aggressiveness, victim mentality, despair as well as a tin...
