color me ignorant, and lie again
take pride in the embrace
that should have been mine long ago
but you stole it from me.
i find it ironic that i am wanted now
oh well
i will take my turn i suppose
and accept my fate from my dumb choices.
everyone watches, waiting for me to fail.
i am too weak for charms
from the one who has forever
been my downfall.
i have dreams to fulfill that are
not the life i wish to give up.
emptiness trickles down my body coldly, slowly
as if from a nightmare
that didn't belong to me.
now i am wrapped up in blankets
that provide comfort
but these cannot protect me
from the monster that is you.
YOU ARE READING
mayhem.
Poetrya collection of poetry that delves into the longing and freedom that comes with growing up as an undiagnosed bipolar, and how it feels to come out on the other side.
