Who are you to tell me how to live my life?
How to hate and how to love
Tearing at my flesh and consuming my humanity
The burning sensation of your wrath
Hiding behind my human skin, I know what you are
Possessing me and taking over
You are your own entity, yet lives inside of me
What will they think? What does she think?
Your red piercing eyes gazing down at me
Your fur blacker than the night sky
With you around I am merely human
What am I anymore? Who am I?
Your thoughts turn into mine
Your hunger turn into mine
Your violence turn into mine
Against my own fucking will, you take over
Holding back what lives inside of me
Not mental illnesses, but something far worse
You wouldn't understand.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
