My Inner Conflictions Part 1

My Inner Conflictions I have been upheld in this room for many years and a lot of tears and frustration has ran between these ears. Permanently scared and damaged by what’s in here. Took a bottle with a cork and put all my fears in there. Hurt, pain , and anger molded itself into me. Those feelings compounded by the demons around me. Destructed and left in this world with bars, I’ve stalled. It’s like I’m imprisoned with no way for parole. Walking around just to trip and fall on my face. Sometimes I look in the mirror and feel like a disgrace. Please erase my memory because the pain is too much. I suffer from anger pains because the frustration has crushed my mind, body, and soul. I feel as if the devil touched me himself. The blood is starting to boil and the hurt is building up. Please let me forget it because I hate it so much. Somebody be a friend to me and roll me a dutch. Roll it with the finest weed and give it on up. Paralyzed and mesmerized by these thoughts in my brain. I wish someone would come in and save me from all these things. I’ve seen too much and the fat lady starts to sing. I’m to block her out because it’s not my time in da game. Exposed to the worst so that’s how I run my thing. Making people walk away with the ignorance I bring. Many people looking at me saying “ Man he’s going insane”. “ Lock , stocked, and barreled, I’m not hanging out with him, Man! “ So crazy and deranged I’m starting to feel it’s a shame. So ashamed of myself I don’t even deserve my own name. Such a shock to the frame its got me running away. Like a track star burning rubber off my sneakers again. Maintain with the principle of going insane.