PsychoA Poem by Zoe Kaufholdi havent written anything in a while so im not entirely sure how good this is, let me know what you think, constructive feedback is welcome. just needed to vent. ignore the poor punctuation.
I feel f*****g insane.
I am f*****g insane. I can't control my thoughts. I can't control my feelings. I can't control my emotions. I can't control my reactions. I am a nuclear bomb and everyone including myself is playing a game of hot potato. I am on a never ending roller coaster of upward hills miles long, of drops straight to the ground, followed by a mundane track, flat until i shoot back up again. This is the life of being psycho. i admit, at times the adrenaline of anger from petty things is a pleasurable feeling.. and when i'm in the correct state of mind the adrenaline is dreaded and shameful. I do and try everything i can to control it, nothing is good enough. If i do nothing, don't yell, don't break things, don't cuss, don't hurt myself, I am stuck. I'm stuck on the roller coaster as if someone just shut the ride off. I'm stuck going 100 mph and yet i'm not moving at the same time. This is the life of being psycho.
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Added on June 30, 2020 Last Updated on June 30, 2020 AuthorZoe KaufholdMason, OHAbout14 yrs old Ohio suicide survivor love writing love reading soccer more..Writing
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