''Animosity Poem by Dislocated Heart

My mind filled with thoughts spilling out of my skull..
Word vomits out of me as tears flow endlessly,
I can't seem to think right as you oil me up with tender words,
mending my heart back to before, but the tapes and staples only loosen up the wounds.
and I bleed once more.

My heart is toying with my mind, telling me to give it a shot, just another try. Thing will be alright.

The mirror on my wall lies,
my face isnt pure, no, it's not mines. I am wrinkled and old..
a sorrow soul lives among my eyes..
my lips chapped from what was never spoke,
my ears zipped closed for its too late to listen..

I am only 19 years young.
yet, I am tired of this sad sorry life.
Living everyday a lie, tryin to put up a fight.
Smiling to each and every one I see.
Making sure they don't see through my lies.
when I'm truly dying inside.

Fed up, with complaints,
I wish to rest.. and rest is what I need...
for another day of animosity.