These people get inside my head,
They make my heart feel cold and dead.
My emotions are in a never ending fight,
It makes it hard to sleep at night.
I always feel like punching out,
My mind is full of dread and doubt.
The way they make me feel inside,
it makes me want to run and hide.
I even start to doubt myself,
I think it might effect my health.
Now I don't know what to say,
I wish I could escape away.
It's never easy speaking out,
In my head, I start to shout.
My fists now feel like solid steel,
That's the way I mostly feel.
The sky is sometimes full of red,
On these days, i'm full f dread.
I never wanted to feel this way,
It's caused by people and what they say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in lovely rhyme scheme. A good depiction of confused state of mind in deplorable situation and environment written with conviction. Thanks for sharing David. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.