Awkward

I'm frightened of my destructive vision

People will scream and shout ruinning my

self-esteem

The expression from this pen is my 

addiction

The only way to create without it going 

down stream

 

I unleash the dogs out to get thier revenge

Many injuries defined on their necks

Anxiety grasps what I can't see or 

comprehend

Finally my demons have finished their 

wreck

 

Monstrous thoughts no longer haunt my 

sleep at night

They whisper in my ear before leaving 

"goodbye"

My heartbeats gradually growing and taking flight 

They are at ease once more like a butterfly

 

We will never define what acceptance feels

like

I'll get lost and take another

hitchike.

This poem is about: 
Me

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