Im sick
I have been
for a long time
My stomach
Has never felt right
My mind
has never settled
My nerves
Always jumbled
In sore heaps
My bones lie dry
Beneath a tarp
Of scarred skin
Maybe sick is
the wrong word
Im wrong
Everything about me
Falls into the wrong place
Nothing matches up
On my disorganized face
Im physically uncomfortable
In my own skin
I want to rip it off
And regrow it again
Maybe the problem
Is in who ive made myself
Maybe i dislike
What ive portraited to everyone else
So maybe i should try
And take apart my mind
And regrow my very being
From my center. From inside.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Im sick
I have been
for a long time
My stomach
Has never felt right
My mind
has never settled
My nerves
Always jumbled
In sore heaps
My bones lie dry
Beneath a tarp
Of scarred skin
Maybe sick is
the wrong word
Im wrong
Everything about me
Falls into the wrong place
Nothing matches up
On my disorganized face
Im physically uncomfortable
In my own skin
I want to rip it off
And regrow it again
Maybe the problem
Is in who ive made myself
Maybe i dislike
What ive portraited to everyone else
So maybe i should try
And take apart my mind
And regrow my very being
From my center. From inside.
Just whats on my mind lately. Im just bored of myself and upset with what ive allowed into my enironment. Ive polluted my mind and being and i guess i need a cleanse. Time to regrow