I want to scream,
I can't help but to cry,
My low self-esteem,
Makes me want to die.
Now you see, you won't understand.
You may relate to the words I write,
Yet this path I have never planned.
You may think I sleep well at night,
When I can't help but to sink into the wasteland.
And even when you're aware of my fight,
You choose to watch me struggle from where you stand.
Demons control my mind,
And make me think all is well,
That everyone is always kind,
And that all I do is whine and dwell.
But nothing is fine,
People aren't always kind,
I have every right to complain and whine,
When everyone around me sees me suffer and chooses to play blind.
So even if I ask,
For love and care,
You'll take off your mask,
And leave me alone there.
YOU ARE READING
A Psycho's Poetry.
PoetryThank you @Scarlett_Ivy for making this beautiful cover ❤ go follow her peeps, she writes some awesome stories too! Some of the poems I write when I feel like putting my emotions in to words.
