Mental Hospitality

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Shred up my hopes and dreams
And throw me out on the street
Tear my soul at the seams
To knock me off my feet

 

Call me names and give me a label
For my skinny jeans and my personality
And for the things that aren't even able
Breaking down my sanity

 

Down me 'til I’m no more than nothing
Turn my heart to frozen ice
Telling me I can't do this or that , and I can't sing
Well now I won't be nice

 

I will be myself, you can't stop that
Try all you want , push and pull
Drag me around, your personal walking mat
Filling me with hate 'til I’m almost full

 

I will not succumb to this
My way out will overcome the impossible
All I need is a kiss
No need for the mental hospital

 

Insanity is my pleasure, don't you get it?
In order to make me break
You have to treat me like absolute s**t
Too much for me to intake

 

But you can't do that, can you?
Because I’m a little bit too strong , too cold
For you to even crack my surface , that's true
And my shield may be cracked and old
But it's not broken , and I’m not gonna be blue

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Author's Note

Man these poems are from back when I was in the middle of my Junior year. . .

Reviews

[Kesha]

This is amazing as are all of the poems I read that come from you! I love this once again! :D

[Adam M. Snow]

This is very good