Who are you to strip me of protection?
Yank away my happiness,
Leave me hopeless?
Call me anything-
A weak infant, a lazy swine, a desirer of a spotlight
But those words will not define me
Who are you to tell me this is my fault,
That I choose to suffer?
Why would I want to smother myself
With my own insecurities?
The truth is, you are glutting my ears with knives
So my brain sends off vibes of scarlet and fire
Channeled through my veins
And I cannot escape
My body is not a membrane, it is a prison
It is a maze, and my mind
Sends beasts to chase me,
To corner me at a dead end
Where I feel like I really could die
My mind has a mind of its own
And it is you.
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
