My life has been eager to finish.
Through birth to my teen years,
have been misunderstood and tormented.
The compassion unnumbered.
And my mind has been subjected,
to things people have nightmares about.
Though my smile is still here.
People say your life rounds you.
Makes you who you are.
Does that mean I'm a bad person?
Should I just give up?
Let my temptations boil over...
It would hurt a few people.
They'd hurt for a bit.
But they'd get over it.
Lately I've increasingly happy.
Life is on the up.
But still the idea of being a bad person,
haunts me.
Stalks my dreams.
And I'm letting it.
So to those ideas,
subjecting themselves to my mind.
Fuck off.
What did you think?
Comments
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i like this very much good work keep writting
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very good effort; thought-provoking and intelligent in its approach that is both personal and emotional. i enjoyed reading this!
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