I use this source as a way to scream in a contained space. That contained space is however long this section allows me to write. I cry a lot. But I don't tell anyone. My mind yells at me. But I remain silent. I hate everything and myself but I pretend to be confident and strong. I don't like this. But no one reads what I write anyway. So I can let out my secrets and be satisfied it'll reach no one's ears.
Be warned. I don't sugar coat anything. I douse it on fire and watch it burn.
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We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human
PoetryWhat goes on inside the mentally stricken mind?