thirteen

My thoughts are trapped inside of my mind

Walls around what needs to be shown around the world

But the four walls trap me

Hold me, mould me, scold me, scorch me

Red walls cover me, burn my memories to ash

What am I doing to myself?

Is there a better cause than to die in vain?

But did you look at yourself in the mirror?

I have

And what I saw

Shock

Anguish

Hate

Burn

I cried that night

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I love the feeling in this... just... mind blowing in a way. I too love this part like SilentlyScreaming...
"But the four walls trap me
Hold me, mould me, scold me, scorch me"

[TheRavenQueer]

My reviews are probably getting on your nerves. Sorry about that. Haha! But... wow. Just wow. This is absolutely fantastic. I've tried and failed to write like this. "Hold me, mould me, scold me, scorch me", I really like the rhythm in this line. It ties the rest of the poem together. And I love how you ended this with, "I cried that night". Extremely powerful ending.