Mental Suffering
Sittin by watching time fly tryin to escape these confines I’m constricted
I’m love stricken as I took from the forbidden fruits trying to get to the juice
I’m convinced I’m used to the abuse so I run with it noose no longer loose
It’s constricting my airways made myself fare game a bird caged
Preordained to suffer more and more no martyr but suffer for
I make it harder can’t take no more so therefore I’m guarded
Keep my finger on fast forward I’m pausing use my logic I gotta
So I can prosper
This poem is about:
Me