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Sep 2017
To be so humiliated
To feel so desecrated
And to be left in tears
Belittled and put down
Just **** on the ground
To be overcome by fears
Months since I last cried
Felt close to suicide
Life's machinery all against me
Wanting to run and hide
Nobody on my side
So lost and so lonely
Never felt such burning hate
Wanting to punch, kick,  smash face
You ripped apart all of my dreams
My rage, I feel it coming
But I can't hit a woman
Self - restraint falling apart at the seams
No, turn and run away
Don't know what to say
Self - doubt and self - hate
But
I"ll get revenge some day
Yes, I'll have things my way
And I"ll laugh right in your face
Yes, this is aimed at an evil 'employment adviser ' who told me that I  am only up to warehouse work.
After gaining qualifications and 2 years of training in Mental Health.
Ian Lewis Copestick
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Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
(45/M/Stoke On Trent)   
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