As you scrub and scrub and scrub, at that gloomy little floor,
Scrubbing til you're out of breath, because you can stand it no more,As you look upon you're silhouette, the darkness always expands,
But then you look down again at your bloodied hands,Eyes widening, your panted breath, you can't tell if it's real,
You blink, and blink once more, uncertain of how to feel,Looking at the floor again, you slump to your knees,
Days like this, is when it comes in threes,One, the tired body,
Two, the tired crazed mind,
Three, the deafening silence, that's makes it the perfect mime,Sitting in this box, of four walls, with objects to hold and play,
In here, though there's a door, but you stay anyway,We hear the wind, we hear the cars, we hear the children scream,
But even then we question, what it really means,The room is neat and tidy, but there's something that needs to be done,
You're still sitting on the floor, and oh how fun,You're already lost in that madness you call your brain,
These thoughts plague us, but we need to refrain,The slightest noise we hear,
Just triggers the mindless fears,The thoughts unload,
How far will we go?It's up to us, what will we do?
With our spare time,Continue to distract?
Or continue to make sure we remain detached?The walls are humming as your breaths become shallow,
Deeper and deeper you venture,Though it isn't official on a debenture,
It's safe to say, you've lost your head,The walls seem closer, and then once again the chains we dread,
Appear,You're thinking of those nasty thoughts, aren't you?
I don't blame what you can't help, is it time to get rid of the crew?They come in three,
One, depression, (body & mind)
Two, anxiety, (body and mind)
Three, hysteria, (silence)And they haven't won yet,
But don't fret,The game isn't over, only when you give in,
And commit the most, deadliest of sins.A/N: So I updated, cool, not as good, but it's decent. *coughs another pun*..... Don't get the wrong idea for this one, I'm not shaming anyone, and I'm not judging, the last bit sounds judgmental, but I assure you it just came to mind for rhyming and it sounded good. And it also went with the mood of it. Besides I can't judge other people who are like me (in that way), that would be hypocritical. Anyways I figured I would say that in case someone got offended or thought I was judging. Anyway I might update tomorrow as well, but I need to focus more on school now, so less updating unless the mood strikes and I have time. Let me know what you think by commenting. Vote if you liked it, tell me of errors that I missed, I do like feedback and someone having a slightly critical eye for grammer.
Until then.~~RDP~~
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...