Impossible to see past
Unable to tell apart
The good in the bad
At fault from the start
Lied and killed.
Destroyed and walked on
Empty cup never filled
For there was also another
Anchors couldn't hold the force back
Chains shattered at touch
Unable to understand how to act
Only ever knew too much
Guilty for possibilities
Guilty for accusations
Hauntingly cruel
Tauntingly new
They chase you down streets
Eating at your mind
Nobody saw them
Life isn't kind
How long you could go
Before shattering as well
Before it ate you alive
When it watched as you fell
Can't keep hiding
Can't keep doing it
You're guilty for finding
All of the truth
Seeing through the lies.
YOU ARE READING
Unbalanced, Unsound, Uncontrolled
PoetryA take on all myriad of problems that come with that feeling of emotional dissonance. Unbalanced and afraid most people find themselves desperate to either hide Or to do the very best they can for help Whether or not you think yourself a liar or tru...
