A Thought
Feelings of frustration devour my soul
A shell of confusion blankets my body
Yearning for a release
From these wretched chains I shall break free
Anger fills my tattered heart
Awaiting the release into my veins
Deceived by my own mind, am I
Thoughts of failure cloud my mind
Who am I?
Time has not healed my wounds
Open and bleeding they are
Always painfully reminding
Of the person I once was
To what have I become
A weak, frightened little girl
Sobbing, reaching for her blankie and teddy
Despair crawls upon my skin
Longing to be self again
Within this shadow I do stay
Maybe finding some warped sense of comfort
Trapped within this unseen realm of life
I have indeed created myself.
A shell of confusion blankets my body
Yearning for a release
From these wretched chains I shall break free
Anger fills my tattered heart
Awaiting the release into my veins
Deceived by my own mind, am I
Thoughts of failure cloud my mind
Who am I?
Time has not healed my wounds
Open and bleeding they are
Always painfully reminding
Of the person I once was
To what have I become
A weak, frightened little girl
Sobbing, reaching for her blankie and teddy
Despair crawls upon my skin
Longing to be self again
Within this shadow I do stay
Maybe finding some warped sense of comfort
Trapped within this unseen realm of life
I have indeed created myself.