My childhood haunts me every day,
imprisoning my senseless mind.
An awkward silence belittles me,
reminding the child within of my dysfunctional thoughts.
Deceived by most and hated by others,
exploited to the melodramatic economy.
A legitimate reason to be redeemed delinquent,
as to be quarantined in my own prison.
Sabotaged by my closest enemy,
bargained to betray my own truest love.
Gullible to the blind love hidden behind my own eye lids,
yet nonchalant whispers heard over and over again.
Meaningful lies disgraced and jeopardized,
searching for a new beginning.
Erased memories gnawing within,
Judged and scattered in pieces on the floor.
Deprived of my own realistic dignity,
misdiagnosed as tho my importance no longer exists.
Obligated to show a new world the laws of life,
stitched to hold together pieces of my immortal heart.
Neglected by the compassion I have always needed,
I am left famished and craving for more affection.
My own feelings knotted together with imperfections,
Grotesque elevations in my bloodline run dry.
Mischievous in my own disorientation
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