Come Out and Play

Nobody really knows me I am way to close to the vest It's a vested interest of sorts, one that keeps me safe I am a Liar, I'm a Cheater, definitely not a Believer I am the quiet one in the corner that sparks curiosity I am the patient one that's always observing, I remember I remember everything, yes I mean every single thing It's a gift, it's a curse, it's rather useful to say the least In the mirror I see the real me, the monster behind green eyes Always with torture on his mind, not what he wishes to give What he wishes was never given to him, it was his death Now the Walking Dead, lost all hope, belief, feelings deceased Now the rest of humanity suffers from his broken mentality He feels absolutely nothing, because to him nothing is real So he lives on unhappily because one thing he does is remember He remembers how it felt to laugh, love, to hope, and believe He remembers that everything in life use to mean something And that meaning turned out to be nothing, The truth he knows And this truth did not set him free This Walking Dead Human Being All relationships now are void of emotion, void of love, empty So this is what shaped me into the man I am today, unfortunately Because the beast that saved me inside wants to come out and play... Written for Poetry Contest "The Raw Madness That Makes Me Who I Am" Hosted by: Anoucheka Gangabisson Form: Any 09/23/2024 WON 1ST PLACE IN THE ABOVE POETRY CONTEST