Amsterdam

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by WithRandomPrecision, Dec 13, 2009.

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  1. very raw piece from some time ago. if easily triggered, might want to skip this one
    People walk by, they smile and wave,
    I respond, but it is a very mockery of the happiness implied;
    For I stand imprisoned,
    Constricted, drowning in a cloud of self hatred
    Day by day that prison is made stronger,
    Depression is my hammer; insecurity my anvil,
    Truth my mortar.
    And I know I’m dead on the surface
    But I am screaming underneath…
    A woman walks up to me
    A glint in her eye,
    A smile touches her lips
    Yet when she reaches for my face I must push her away
    For no one deserves to be drawn into my prison
    So I am left here, and all I can do is sing:
    And I know I’m dead on the surface
    But I am screaming underneath…
     
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