I'm scared to run most times
I feel like I may trip and get disgraced
Dad gets annoyed by my walking patterns
I can't explain my fear of getting sprain
It's a battle between my mind and what I do
Sometimes I yield and sometimes I don't
My mental world is in shambles but it's not obvious
Only my acts can tell, but it's not suspicious
When the reactions are seen
People go judging and hating
I hide in my shell, hallucinating
Fantasizing when I'll be loved
YOU ARE READING
DARK BOWL CALLED 'HEART'
PoesíaJust poems that express my deep, dark heart....though I got illuminated by Christ's Light.
