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Jul 2017
I rage
     my cage
my pain
         it's insane
it kills
      no thrills
no hope
         can't cope
little *****
            mental glitch
vision blurry
                 voice slurry
collecting scars
                     counting stars
losing touch
                unstable crutch
can't stand
             don't understand
**** it **** it **** it
but wait
           this hate
isn't me
          I'm free
escaped hell
                   I fell
it's true
        nothing new
many will
           yet still
the fear
          is here
every moment
                 feeling irrelevant
knowing differently
             suffering constantly
the fighting
            less inviting
it's cool it's cool it's cool
I feel
        I heal
I care
        im aware
loving I
beautiful I
loyal I
protective I
   I see inside me
Frankie Castro
Written by
Frankie Castro  M/California
(M/California)   
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