Dysfunctions Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

And under their protection this projection of self hatred we have created monsters of all kinds.
A manic proclamation with attention seeking intentions.
I need help so you better come save me.
Or I'll take others out with me.
Instead of realizing their is no justification to self destruction without a current cause.
You say you are as you were as a child.
Broken and stripped naked.
In a state of constant abuse and humiliation for someone else's self gratification.
But no matter the depravity endured it still gives you no right in the here and now.
Straight out if you can't control yourself you should be locked up in a mental institution, or heavily sedated on the the proper medication.
Theirs is all kinds of solution out there to physiological issues we face.
Some have faced more then others.
Some claim to have no problems at all.
But the honest to goodness truth is we all works in progress.
We all have our quirks.
Dysfunctions always lurk.
Some not so apparent as the eye can see clearly.
But trust me no one has gone through their whole lives undisturbed.
The question isn't is their a problem.
The question is can we overcome or live with the problems?
Some are more difficult then others.
I can say my problems are easy.
No medication or therapy is needed.
Though most certainly I always find writing therapeutic.
It is at times my form venting.
When the stress is unrelenting.