The Demons of my Mind

Half the time I fight this war inside my head that leaves 

me with a feeling of dread, I dread the feelings that consume

my every thought, I want it all just to stop, I want to know that

it all has a meaning and that my heart is truly beating. Truly beating 

for what my mind and heart are competing for, that leaves my soul 

feeling sore

I want to know that this serves a purpose, that my heart is not left 

being worthless, my head is spinning in circles like it's at a three ring circus

Half the time I want to scream to know that I am still alive, awaken something

deep inside. I often time lay awake in constant reminder of the feelings inside. 

I try not to provoke them, but they have a mind of their own. I try to run from it 

but I just can't make it, I try to pretend but I just can't fake it anymore that I try

to hide the demons that my mind resides

I want to know that this serves a purpose, that my heart is not left being worthless,

my head is spinning in circles like it's at a three ring circus

Half the time I second guess my state of mind, I want to know that i'm not going crazy.

I want to know that this isn't something that will change the way you see me, I want you to feel like you don't have to be tame when your around me, because I want you to feel you can be yourself around me. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Not terrible, like a Poe's search for some sanity in a wild mind. I liked the honest statements and the strong ending. We shall show few people our real face. Thank you for sharing the amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[K-mo]

this is truly terrible, I think I might toss it..