Look At This Madness

Inside my head I'm screaming the noise never stops I am tired of feeling like an issue tissue after tissue I cry they think to themselves why why why? They place ideas and concepts on who they want me to be or who they think I am They are so scared  they don't even see the real me standing right here being open and honest and real I try to tell them how I feel And all of a sudden before I can finish these things are an issue I am not doing anything wrong I am trying my best to stay so strong I have a beautiful daughter who matters to me most and even that is put into question I am starting to feel more lost  I am closing the walls feel like they are caving they don't even see what I am craving I want to be close I want them to know who I am and want to be or at least help while I am on the way there I feel scared I want to raise her  while also succeeding how can I do both? we need to get away I don...

Here's my version of spoken word poetry. I kid you not, these lines were written with no pause, no second thought - just my thoughts pouring directly from the source, through my fingertips and onto this very screen. Featuring dramatic photo from Tumblr. I’m glad you have friends to help you forget your sins I’m over here crying feeling like I’m dying and all alone my voice a low tone all because I have this shitty job sit here and sob becuase it’s just me no friends i can see i did not betray you i was never untrue you broke your word ignored what you heard and it cost you this love but my hearts not so tough becuase I’m back you I cannot lack you ran away i thought you’d stay and while the world gives you comfort they forget i am also hurt im sitting here holding back tears unable to sleep unable to weep swollen eyes not feeling very wise my heart is aching any smile I’ll be faking you broke a promise what di...