Psychotic

Locked up and Shackle But no chains to tackle Try to speak Am I really so weak Try to write But only darkness, my light I know why a cage bird sings Words once rolled like thunder Now silent like a baby slumber No paper for my expression Paper but no pen for the lesson I know why a cage bird sings Sentences on paper l...

Afraid

When I wake up I am afraid...I am afraid of myself...I am afraid of my mother...when I wake up I am afraid of my mother I am afraid who she will be. Angry? or Loving. I am afraid what will happen if my friends find out what I am...I am the bully because I am being bullied...I am afraid of everything that makes me feel...