Such Familiar Grounds.

Look at me!, I hear myself screaming,

red painted walls, white knuckles, my jaw locked;

and the foundation is coming unglued.

No matter what I do, it is bound to happen.

So see me as you please, as you please love.

Yes, I see differently.

I am not so glorious as you,

and my words fail me once more.

I hate myself.

Author's Note

06.09.2014

Reviews

[Amber Lily]

So much anger portrayed as a common event, I too once lived a path such as this. Well written! :)