Broken
I can't fix who or what I am,
this conflict within myself I know not from where it stems.
I cannot love another if all I know is hate and sadness,
when I lay down mental anguish turns to madness.
Not ever knowing control within a broken mind.
Disguising my anger and sadness with foolish lies,
only to meet my own demise.
Fooling myself for what I thought I wanted to be,
there is no end in sight, I will never be free.
Free to hold a smile and mean it,
some day's, this life I want to quit.
I've destroyed a good soul,
and I deserve to rot in a hole.
It was not on purpose, for I know not what I do,
only when you tell me, I am the fool.
Maybe one day I'll have a high self esteem
but until then my mind will shout and scream.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2008
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