Inside Out.

People tell me I have changed.

"You're different,” They say.

Don't they see I'm deranged?

I want to tell them I'm okay,

But I refuse to be a liar.

Every memory, stabbing me;

I’m trapped, writhing in barbed wire.

My world is crashing down, but I'll count to three.

And when I open my eyes:

One, two…

I will smile, but no guarantee.

If I could relive my life,

I would decimate these feelings I despise;

I would find the strength to release this knife. 

But until then I will recoil to the dark,

Waiting for some sign of hope.

Praying quietly to the darkness enveloping me,

I'll avert my eyes from the hanging rope.

I hope to God I'll pull through.

Because I am afraid of waking one morning,

And asking myself, 

“Who are you?"

Reviews

[Megan Elizabeth]

Really like this, I can relate a lot to it as well

[Eagle Cruagh]

----It is your mind-------
that creates this world
---------Buddha

[schmevavikman]

i really like the way you ended it,and the honesty carried throughout the piece. enjoyable writing.

[ChicagoMay]

Wow. This masterpiece evoked such emotion that I started to cry a little bit. "And when I open my eyes, / One, two… / I will smile, but still no guarantee." was my favorite part. Thank you for your beautiful words.