Enraged . Angry , how distasteful am I too you?
You're bittersweet grapefruit to me , and I hope to be cotton candy sweet .
Enraged, how angry am I , how unfree I am , but how stupid I am to not see I am unhappy.
I should escape , but how do I escape from this familiar place, that is my home? My sanctuary, my freedom , has became an weeping , constant imprisonment. But , I will not budge , I will sit and endure it. I find freedom and happiness in this imprisonment , sometimes these stone walls provide me with laughter and happiness , before the sun sets and it becomes dark and cold . The pain, is only mine , and my fault alone. For I enjoy , how enraged this worn out jail cell is , and how enraged my brain becomes at my heart for being the imbecile, the birds sing songs for me in the morning and the howls of the wolves even give me a warning , but my ears are shut , and my eyes cannot see , blinded , and set enraged. Fight for me please , the wind is harsh , and cold the storm is loud and I am frightened , to leave my imprisonment , I am safe here , and will shield me from the storm. I am protected here. Now do you understand why I must say? Excuses excuses excuses . .. more angry more hurt , more rage , what to show for it all? ..
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Insecurity melody.
PoetryPoems I write when something comes to mind. if you are a female with problems with boys, your body, or mind. this is for you loves. tysvm.