The feeling of being called a beast
Makes you feel like you should be deceased
For the way people look at you
Judge you
You try to overdose
You try to stain the skin
The feeling of having cuts
Thinking you are releasing the pain, when you are just adding more
You want to dissapear
To never be seen
For I seem to cause a scene
For I am a beast
A monster at heart
But I still love
I have a heart of gold
I do not know if it will destroy me
If it does, I hope it is for good
Not for worse
People have pushed me to me a monster
Now I live up to that name
It feels good to be a freak
even if it starts to rain on me
I let the crazy take over
The insanity runs
When I cry, my tears bur
My heart stinging with pain
I hope this rain
Will all go away
yeah, this is a superb one thanks for sharing love it very much
Thank you, this is all true feelings, that i held in for so long. I just want others to know they are not alone, and that others feels and hold the same pain as them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good story well penned. Thanks for sharing.