A Poetic Masochism

Surrounded but alone

I silently groan

Voices rummaging my mind

Free yet so confined

My mirror's ugly truth

This is me in youth

Living into the grave

Mistaken for brave

I can't run the bullet through

But I'm tearing myself in two

A poetic masochism

Ironic antagonism

Corroded heart of stone

I've been shown my free will sewn

My eyes burdened by fire

Fueled by ignorant desire