My happiness has chips and breaks,
The world keeps laughing at my pain,
I keep wailing no more, as this world takes,
Everything my spirit has in vain,
That hollowness in my soul,
Where innocence had left it's place,
My hopes, dreams, and goals,
They no longer have a face,
I fall into a sadness so sweet.I stare into the mirror alone and tears always fall,
They engulf me,
I scream and sink into unconsciousness,
The monsters I was scared about,
The ones I thought were under the bed and in the closets,
They were rather in my head,
The evils slowly creeps inside my soul,
My doubts and fears,
I am trapped inside my snare.My head is much like a closet,
Cluttered and dusty with traces of fear,
Lost in a world that doesn't exist,
Musings of a tormented heart,
My demons claiming my pain as home,
Making love to the sorrows within,
I'll keep writing my pains,
With every trace of ink kissing the page,
Thoughts that never seem to fade away.Happiness has become a price to high to pay,
My tears are but cents and quarters for this luxury,
I am retrograde and in hands with sadness,
If I had a genie all my wishes would be that for a unicorn,
Maybe it'll draw rainbows over my skies,
But should that fail,
I bet my few pennies would suffice for a moment,
Then I'd draw into my mystery,
Until my darkness comes.Kg_asare🎈
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The Man Above The Boy Within
PoetryA Story in 5 parts, A collection of poems from a fragmented personality.🤺