I’m travelling thru this journey to escape the mind that used to be
shaped around the terror of life & what’s been mentally abusing me
People think I’m weird because my poems are based on the depression within
but it’s hard to fake happiness when sadness has been my only friend
The Mind of Terror only contains the constant thought of paranoia
so I’m fighting to escape the only source that’s been my life’s destroyer
I can’t go out in public alone without the feeling of people staring at me
as if they can see that I’m a sad individual who’s afraid to be happy
I still dance with the tears that I’ve hidden from my past
thought I left em all behind but the experiences forever last
Even the bruises on my fist from the rage punching the walls
& the long dark nights I’ve cried to God yet he doesn’t answer my call
I know there’s light at the end of the tunnel so I’m running towards that day
when I’m finally happy with who I am watching all my sorrows go away
But until that day arrives, I’m just a poetic mental explorer
existing within the mind of a mental horror

☆ Poetic Venom ☆