Poetry From A Broken Mind

All Alone

How can I tell you

Exactly how I feel

When all you do is turn your back

And leave me to myself?

The life I had

Wasn't like yours,

Mine was nothing but bruises, scars, and tears

An aftermath of a scarring reality.

I can't tell you a lie,

It is not in me;

I never could tell you what you want to hear

When you ask for the truth.

I don't look like you,

I never did;

I was always different,

On the outside looking in.

You try to force me

To give up my personality;

I won't give up who I am for you,

I did once, I won't again.

It is too demoralizing enough

To try to fit in with you;

When my tears aren't of laughter or petty sorrow

But of a deeper sorrow than you can imagine.

My anger is not like yours,

Yours is like a spring rain;

Mine is like the tsunamis that plague Japan,

Wild and not tameable and misunderstood.

I am like nature,

Misunderstood and wild;

You say that nature is beautiful,

But when it grows, you cut it, not seeing the beauty.

I am a natural disaster,

Untamed and angry;

You try to prevent me from happening,

But you cannot tame God's creation.

We are the result of God's plan

To make a being that is like Him;

But, He gave us a freedom of will,

And you use it to torture me.

I am not like that girl

Who gets with every guy,

But I am worse simply because

My bark is worse than my bite and she has none.

You are like one of the flashiest Pokemon,

But useless in a real battle;

And I am more like a Melotic, evolved from a Feebas,

A Gyarados from a Magikarp.

I know I am beautiful

When you say you see ugly,

I know I am strong

When you say I am weak.

I know I have a purpose and why you hate me,

I know who I am,

And you are still trying to get a thread,

A grasp of who you are.

Feebas is the ugliest Pokemon,

Magikarp the weakest;

But they evolve into Melotic and Gyarados,

The most beautiful, strongest, and most feared Pokemon in the games.

I am a warrior,

Resiliency is my forte;

Strength when there's nothing left,

That is how I survive this world.

Night is beautiful,

The moon full and soft;

My soul thrives in the soft glow,

Heals in its rays.

The sun is for you,

Who thrives when it is harsh;

You know not the beauty of night,

Are afraid of what the beautiful darkness.

I am good with words,

Genuine to help others;

But never know what to tell myself

When you attack me with your bullets.

I shift to try to fit this world,

I am not defined to just one form

Like you are, I am able to move myself

To fit the situation.

You people do not see

What damage you do with your words;

You do not know what condition you leave a person's mind in

When you spit out insults at them.

You are standing surrounded, but not threatened,

You are with friends

While you leave me solitary,

Standing all alone.