Mind Tricks
Tricks of my mind...
More intricate than a spider's web.
Consume me, use me, then leave me to wonder-
When will I be me?
The person I was meant to be...
No medicine can set me free,
Free of chains that bind,
And fractured psyche left to find.
No one hears my cry from deep within,
So I shut them all out again and again.
Nevertheless, they return in force,
My soul screaming from every available source.
I beg just for my heart to go numb,
And to my worst intentions I may succumb.
Torture me no more, I beg of you,
Unless you yearn for venom my heart will spew.
They call me "borderline " and check the box,
Not knowing how many times I hit the rocks.
Up today, down tomorrow, dead on Wednesday.
Wasn't she such a pretty girl they all will say.
Maybe pretty, yet hard to understand.
Why did no one lend a hand?
It didn't have to happen they all are quick to say.
Yet no one gave her a reason that she should really stay.
Now she's gone, and nothing can be done.
Would it have been so hard to take her gun?
Not a gun made of steel,
Only the deathwish you all made her feel.
You could have reached out.
You could have acted out.
You should have spoken out.
Copyright © Lindsay Beyer | Year Posted 2018
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