This Is Hell: The End Poem by Paula Glynn

I am trapped,
I am alone,
This world made of stone,
No angel to listen,
No heart to care,
For this is hell,
And I am under a wicked spell.

I am surrounded,
I go red with rage,
Then upset takes its place,
Every room full of vampires,
All with a devil face,

I wonder what is on the other side,
I wonder when I lost my pride,
When demons in my mind,
Started to taunt me,
And be all too cruel to be kind,

Fake friends with their fake words,
And abuse I have all too often heard,
My soul nowhere near a superstar,
Even though I tried,
But now all tears are cried,

Alone, so alone,
With no loving family home,
Love is a stranger,
Hand on my shoulder,
With a mind of stone,
And snow so much colder,
Winter this soul to reside.

I write and write,
Design pretend worlds,
But I need to find my own world,
For this is hell,
But I want it to end,
Realizing on myself I must depend,

No one can help me,
Unless I find a higher power,
Find knowledge within myself,
Within my soul, heart and mind,
Where to myself I learn to be kind,

For people seem the enemy,
But that enemy is within me,
I wish to be the Monkey King,
Stand up for myself,
Having panic attacks,
Tears while they laugh,
My pain like a steak they've cut in half,

For I am their meat,
They feed on my defeat,
And even rockstars turn on me,
Even the rich, even the poor,
Of a life I used to adore,
But I am alone and again poor,

No matter the riches,
This is hell,
Boots trampling on me,
Like they're listening to a bell,
And I cry and I cry,

And today I will take this gun,
And I will die.

This is hell: The End