Coming Out Poem by kayla mcmillin

sinking in this sea of lonely,
im fighting my old ways of habbit.
lieing and trying to find ways around the truth.
needing to find something again.
thinking i have a good reason to find my poison.
not wanting to be hypnatised,
not wanting to live in lies,
that my fears awaken.
thoughts race through my mind,
making me phyco.
erasing the good,
focusing on that bad.
im falling down,
and feeling nothing.
im reaching out,
and still feeling nothing.
with what felt good,
wrong to take away?
never had such complactions
riping and tearing and eating me up inside,
until the poison was gone.
there it goes.
hypnatising me.
eating at me.
thriving for me.
needing take hold of my addiction,
fire with fire,
hand in another,
im going to make it see,
that i can stand on my own two feet.
no crutch.
no wheel chair.
with no enemy.
no all around enemy.
i will rise.
i will stand.
i will fight.
i will conquer,
that created enemy.