Within
My head is throbbing; my fists are balled up sweaty palms
My body is aching; my mind is intertwined deep thoughts
Mentally and emotionally I’m drained, so physically I take action
Fighting with you, screaming at you, crying for you, I’m just over it all
Over the abuse of not being heard, my voice is not being heard
Aren’t I loud enough? So why can’t you hear me?
Aren’t I clear enough? So why don’t you understand me?
Understand as I write this poem it’s not for you
Hear the fact that I can’t even speak to you
As for a pen and paper, take me away
From the drama from my anger from my trapped mind that hides in the dark
I’m just coming out to play
There are no rules, no games, no timeouts, no teams
This is how I really feel this is what I have to say
This is why I write