Am I Someone You Can Get Used Too….. Poem by Daniel Richards

Strange in my customs, odd in my points of view
My fiery Mind is as freezing as the snow,
So peculiar, I’m so unusual, standing confused
Bridges are burning as the thoughts refuse to slow
Am I someone you can get used to….?

There’s so many things running around myself,
Hiding from the darkness tiredly fighting to just to be myself
The darkness I can see and nothing can be how it used to be,
I can’t even remember what that’s suppose to be
Picture perfect visions aborted, distorted images now reported

Walking a social caste, where arrogant views strew my path
With shards of shattered glasss, thousands of little diamond like
Crystals, that cut and bleed me the man dry and from the bloody pool
Whistles of whispers blow on the wind carrying my solemn cries,
Landing on deaf ears and obscured from ignorant eyes

Breathing in to exhale for calm,
But the other me inside keeps on the remind of what I could’ve been
This blanket im under holds me tight knotted in woven thread
Weaved especially for me to deceive me, cloak me from the truths im living life without, how can I figure this puzzle out

Me inside me told me to take a leap of faith
Off the page to another zone one where I can be a chapter
And age with grace but I cant trust the me inside me so how can I trust what my eyes see in the mirror reflecting an image I don’t recognise as me
Love me hate me but you don’t see what I see or hear what I hear

Drying are my tears replaced by blood sweat and fears
Burning bridges behind me obscure my view…..

Am I someone you can get used too…..