don’t realise how straight
they keep me.
My mind is tightly drawn,
on the brink of being
gone.

Rather it be night
but not the kind you’re
thinking of.
Everyone keeps me awake,
the small things they do
they remember
they show
giving me a break
from the constant hate.

Hate from within
won’t leave as easily as you think
you see.
I have to struggle to put it
behind me
locked up
hidden
from sight all the time.