Caged.

I've tried & tried again, just to let somebody in.

Not to fake or make it up, but I never feel enough.

 

You think I'd have this down, with this conclusion

I have found; It’s not my wit that's so profound, it's

the way I speak without a sound.

 

Wish I could scream & just get it out, but the pressures

just too loud. Go to speak & it blocks my mouth,

try to sleep but can't drown it out.

 

With these words on the tip of my tongue, biting

down till it all goes numb; Do my best to try & run,

from this person I've become. 

 

'It's raining down on me, flooded with catastrophe.

This sun don't seem to shine, when it's raining all

the time. Gotta get my head out of the clouds,

turn this hate in to something else.'

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Really a heartfelt write.
Mental anguish frustration
and raw emotion...