Well I haven't written much poetry lately and I wrote this last night as I couldn't sleep again. How to escape from the scarring within, emotional torment and the visible screams. Squeezing out the venom as the pain attacks, Embracing the horror, hurt, and misery. It's all I've come to know. Alone in the world, deafening yells. Hiding away, I can't fight back. Losing the will as they laugh and mock. Accepting the coldness, hatred, and isolation. It's all I've come to know. A victim of anger, a child of hurt. Don't touch me now, damage is done. Memories and reminders will forever haunt. Living with the torture, fear, and insecurities. Inability to lead a satisfactory life. It's all I've come to know.