Pain of the Insane

Pain of the Insane Wretched emotion around my Twisted Head Calling me a WUSS Mocking my Attire Evil Tauntings to conquer What it is truly after: "A small Pathetic Character who lost his design, THE YOUTH.. as well as a memento of his once sane Mind" Nobody wanted to share what he thought Or how he felt about: Life Love Lonely old and young timers Etc.. He travelled but only Inside Forgotten angst and Sadness that he tried hard to conceal & Hide It is not a game from his heart Every day -HIT surely torn him apart Talking to himself:An Only Friend Savaged Thoughts that cruel fully Rhyme ARE YOU NOW..QUITE OUT OF YOUR MIND?! The uneven stanzas of this Poem sadly illustrate Sick and getting sicker that tends to be an only Fate Who would welcome him from the Darkened Plain Only the Bastard(that PAIN of the insane)