The Wrong Road
Letting my emotions out I only recently did start
I bottled everything up, I thought I was protecting my heart.
Drink and drugs helped to escape my reality
I used fake smiles and vanity.
I went through life lying to you and myself
I wasn't me, it wasn't good for my mental health.
With more and more anger built up everyday
I guess a violent drunk you could say.
I'd wake up in the morning and find out what I'd done
Any help I would shun.
I was never really happy, I was never really free
How could I have been, I was never really me.
I was trapped in your fake world, playing the Banksters game
They nearly had me believing that we were the same.
My mind and soul would always rebel
I realize now they just wanted to escape this Hell.
To be a perfect man I seriously doubt
But I'm free! I no longer want to scream and shout.
I found a different road, I started a new journey
I still don't know where I'm going, I'm still looking for me.
Copyright © Bleddyn Pullen | Year Posted 2017
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