Emotional Enemy
This cage with myself is beyond the holes in my bloodstream
I hate my blue eyes, my freckled nose and cheeks, but most of all the thoughts that my brain speaks invades me
There are cracks and rusted iron on my bars of sanity that keeps the thoughts from me
Agony pointing his fingers
Sorrow swallowing my hopes for him to stop as she degests every bit of happiness from my heart
They both told me that I could never be liked by anyone other than them
They both told me that they were the only ones that could give me affection
My depression was the center of their amusment
This affection of theirs was only the torment that reigned above me until my blue eyes flowed with clear droplets from the rain
Even now these tears continue to rust my cracked bars of sanity
I cry to shout for anyone to cure me of these emotions
Everyone pretends as if they don't see me
I am oviously not important to them
But my emotions are obessed with me
Are they the only ones who love me?
Is this love the correct love?
Will anyone release me from this cage?
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