Girl Interrupted
My mind is constantly spinning in a
24 hour torture chamber, featuring
unsettling displays of erratic
behavior. Death at this point would
be a reward, please do me this one
favor.
Alone again to no surprise,
restricted to a code of silence.
Harboring a lifetime of regrets and
grudges, now confined within the
dark red walls of violence.
Masking the pain, hiding the truth
with a painted on face. I've buried
the secrets so deep in the ground,
only time can erase.
Pushed into uncontrollable
situations, my soul consumed with
rage. Tangled in a web spun just
for me and sentenced to a life
locked inside a cage.
I enjoy playing the villain, the only
roll that comes naturally. Pressing
every button I can, sit back to enjoy
the show, why won't anyone set me
free.
Rock bottom has finally come, I am
damaged beyond repair. Trapped
in my own personal dungeon, to try
an escape I won't even dare.
A constant stampede of jumbled
thoughts are pounding in my head.
Tripping over the hurdles searching
for the right words, to all that
needs to be said.
I can't finish a thought before a
new one.begins, they are literally
colliding on the track. I have lost so
much of myself inches.ruble and
debris, non of which I'll ever get
back.
My.theory on life to most don't
make sense, is.to emotionally cut cut
off all ties. Its to hard to function
in a world full of weakness, that
was built upon a foundation of lies.
Im barracaded behind a wall of
steel, my flaws are protected and
secure. I've locked myself away
from traffic and the noise, Im a
lifer, no recovery, no cure.
Ambivalence, Am I sane? Am I
crazy? Will I stay or will I go? The
one answer I would like to know.
Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2013
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