Insane
Distraught, anger and painWondering if I was ever really sane
Thinking of the causes that brought me to this place
All I keep seeing is the shape of your face.
The urge arises to stop the emotional ache
Padding all around, just for my sake
Safety first is what the doctors all say
Keep her tied tight, yet out of the way.
My mind wonders, why me
Was it something I just couldn't see
Or did I ignore that one major sign
Pretending that all was just fine.
So here I sit and ponder
My mind begins to wonder
The yelling, hitting, and crying
Feeling my heart slowly dying
The bad overtook the good
Nothing functioning as it should
As my mind finally becomes clear
I realize it was my worst fear
Now i feel no pain
I know that I am insane
Fore the face that I see
Has always been me.
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