Unmasked

Vibrations from breaking strings
That of vocal chords screaming
Hate ringing through her ears
Volitale expressions of her
worthlessness
If only they knew the way 
that she sees herself 
Back against the floor
Eyes directed Nowhere 
Head down, spirit crushed
The feeling of victimization
is an illusion
For she is no victim 
Misunderstood, maybe
But no, not a victim
Plummet and fall off the 
spinning ride of unexpected 
emotions coming from any 
and everywhere, buy she 
does this to herself, all of it 
The hate and obsession 
The screaming and crying 
No, she is not crazy, 
because crazy would 
give her an excuse,
one that she does not 
deserve because it is 
one that does not exist
Caught up in her own 
insanity tears begin to 
form and spill out from 
deep within her crumpled
face but almost as if a 
psychopath had consumed 
her the emotion that took 
control over her body 
came to a sudden halt 
Epiphany, what had been 
said about mental illness
what she had heard repeated
reiterated and re-explained
to her over and over again
is a lie because she knows
the truth, lives the truth, she
is the truth. That one broken
piece has caused the entire
system to fail, that compelling
force that drives her to madness
has made her exit reality and
enter a world where fear and
horrid experiences are a
coveted way to live life
The meaning behind day
in and day out, a deeper
feeling that goes beyond,
far beyond sitting, standing,
and being. Forget logic,
Forget sanity, in her mind
tragedy is perfection and
is it not human nature to
be drawn to it. Has that
not always been the way
in which we live, drawn
to what is interesting,
even if it  happens to 
be torment and sorrow?
I live life inside the 
shadows where what 
is dark is also serial 
captivating and 
addictive.