I wanted to be thin cause people think I got fat
I wanted to dress nice cause people think I look like a hobo
I wanted to get a decent haircut cause my hair look like a disaster
I wanted to be sociable cause I'm socially impaired
I'm a catastropheI wanted to speak but my words came out like vomit
I wanted to scream but I'm unable to shriek as if I'm a storm without thunders
I wanted to cry but my tears flow like tsunamiI'm all things you afraid of
I'm a catastropheI'm not what you expect me to be
A clear sky can bring a tornado
A nice person can be a monster
A tame lion can still tear anyone to pieces
I was never a good personYou think you have a fight with me but I'm battling with myself
You think you hate me but I already loathing myself
You think I have nothing good in me but I'm already rotten inside
You'll ask what's wrong with me but I already knew everything's wrong with me
I can't tell you those without bleeding myself
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Whispers of Madness
PoetryCollections of thoughts and poems by me. Feel free to comment and vote, this is my personal works with subjective perspective from my own thoughts and feelings