Shame 02 Poem by Kira Bloom

All these thoughts combine
Sometimes I don't feel that they are mine
But I still hit replay
and scream all the words I shouldn't say
Where would I be with out them
I am a garden for shame
God I try to lock these memories away
The guilt and the blame
seem to echo with hate
What is want what is need
Do I belong to night or day
No I belong to the garden of shame
With sickly weeds disguising the cracks
It feels there is no life left
behind these black gates
and oh how I ache
On my own I try to believe
But I bear the scruitiny
as I am dependable with a crazy history
The cold one they always see
Still you long for my compassion
as you beat me, bloody me, and break me
Drown me in tears of hate
I reek of pain and I am tired of this ache
Let me lock it all away
Cower from the day
and at night scream from this hallow place