Self-Complicated

My life is self-complicated.  

Fear, lust, pain, anger and desire
Vie for my undivided attention.
I experience them to an amplified degree.
It is a gift and a curse

The Gift is being able to write profoundly
Without heartbreak to distort my view of this world
I am allow to see the world for it is
My amplified emotions communicate with the world
This Gift gives me a depth many have yet reached

It is a depth that few can appreciate
Few can understand how I see the world
I fear the worst
Paranoia strikes me at every turn
Depression burdens me to no end

I walk a thin line between sanity and insanity
and all  along this tightrope i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered
My emotions are a social curse

No cure can be rid of it 

In the end my emotions are part of me
The war I wage with my emotions is tough
It is necessary
I must be stronger
Both mentally and physically
I will be ready for what life throws at me

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The internal battle is hard to figure what life is. I like the poem. The description and story was strong and with purpose. I like your ending. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Adelia Alighieri]

This reflects my how self-complicated my or any other human being's, who is sick of the ruthless experiences of this world, life. Great read. =)