Am I Lost/ Or Am I Bipolar? Poem by Be Shelbz
Am I Lost/ Or Am I Bipolar?
Gazing through the eyes of this mask
Imprisoned within this darkened void
Four walls...built with steel and tears
Desperate screams cry out onto def ears, What happened?
Feeling this furnace overheat
Overwhelming
Uncontrollable
Unruly
This stench of ichor reeks through these pores
Black steel walls embedded with acts of rage
Why am I like this?
Fists burning
Bleeding
Broken
The furnace ices over
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