You can scream and shout,
you can rant and spit,
and there are some who still
won't hear you.
You can plead your case
with all truth that fits,
but it's like their ears
are taboo.
They'll only hear
the parts they wish
and discard the rest
as rude.
And in the end,
you'll eat their shit
and lie low
and act subdued.
At least...until tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
