Ugly

My soul is ugly

Flaws are hurting me,

Depression is killing me,

Anxiety is torturing me.

It cries in anguish.

My soul is ugly.

My mind feels incomplete.

It misses sunshine,

Hope,

Peace,

Kindness.

My mind feels incomplete.

The monsters shout obscenities.

"Make more money!"

"Stop studying religion!"

"Quite your passion of life!"

"If you're happy, it's wrong!"

The monsters shout obscenities.

No control.

Cuts and bruises

Over my body.

Ties a rope,

Takes a pill to sleep.

No control.

Sleep: my solace and one escape

To find dreams that could never be.

Reviews

[Diamond]

Ohh my, it's so raw and heart melting. I think depression spares none of the writers. I love this work so much cause I can relate to the feeling of being alienated in the world for not thinking gross.

[GalaxyGhost]

Thank you for understanding this poem!

[Kathrin S]

Loved it, especially the way it was structured. The repetition makes for a very strong message.

"Quite your passion of life!" Should this be 'quit'?

Otherwise it was well written and expressive.

[GalaxyGhost]

Thanks for pointing that out!

[Lord of mad men]

Okay this is deep and dark I love it to speaks deeply to my own ugly soul. My soul is broken and twisted. This is very good writing. Yours truely a mad lord

[GalaxyGhost]

Thanks! I write what I want and it usually comforts the disturbed.

[Lord of mad men]

Well I am disturbed for sure and I not alone so I can be disturbed all I wish.

[Andy Daniels]

I am not a professional critic but ..Its dark, I like it

[GalaxyGhost]

Thank you! You're fine, I appreciate any comment that contributes to positive critiquing.