An Overman's Plan

I have so much anger.

I have so much blame, so much doubt, and so much shame.

I drown in malevolent actions, while I dwell on past interactions.

I may ride on golden chariots but I always wonder if life is worth it.

Upon this, I feel guilt for what I have built, in my mind.

Time after time I am filled with depressing little rhymes.

Each one becomes a symbol of the bars I am put behind.

Though I eventually take these thoughts with dignity and focus on manifesting my destiny.

I may suffer from insanity but in my reality, fantasy is not just a dream.

I am everyone and everything.

Therefore I call you to harness the energy within your being.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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