Don't know whether it's years of anger, vulnerability,
Or years of rage and tolerance
That's flowing in the form of tears from my eyes.
Yet it hits like this, inside both head and heart.
How can one woman alone turn five lives into graveyards,
Ruining four childhoods?
They say Karma comes back, and I saw it coming,
But why do they never pay for what they did exactly?
Though I know the consequences of their actions
Is the rage within them,
I know I can't expect anything from a narcissist,
But why does it hurt like this?
When I think of two more lives fading
Into the same shades of childhood darkness I've been in,
Suddenly, thoughts turn cruel, like those of a killer.
No, I don't think like a murderer for a woman
Who's risen from the worst of dirt.
Even knowing the one who tries to damage others
Is already hollow within,
Why does it impact me like this?
Never did something so bad deserve worse.
Often, I wish I could fix it—
Lord, save me before this all
Turns me into some ruthless, soulless, heartless stone.
Though I live in the Mad People's Dorm,
I don't belong to the Cruel People's Home.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
