Bedlam Poem by True Eyes

Being a student
Who is hard-working is tough
Because nothing in my life is easy

She gets A’s
She is a straight A student is a slogan that has been
Spread by the mouths of my family members

Blinded by a letter made of three lines is the
Only
Picture given when my name appears

Being shy
Puts me in a jam
Because in certain situations life throws me in
I, like a butterfly, have to break out of my shell
However, I’m not your ordinary butterfly
Because I’m not ready to
Fly

Secretive,
But yet I hide my feelings with a wall
Made up of emotions

The key to the wall
Is attained by understanding
But that compartment lacks
Finger prints

Even if I try to show them
By my actions
They still don’t know the way

Broken hearts and false promises
Have polluted the plaza of my life
That was once reserved for relationships

That plaza is now a snake pit
Full of vicious snakes
That bites and drives away
Those that I get close to

I reside in bedlam
Something like a madhouse that
Has many doors like
A mansion
Its’opening leads to resentment,
followed by strain

But you can’t see what is so visible
Because my report card just came home