You look at me straight; you look at me dull
But as you try to look closer, my face is the only thing you see full(y)
You keep staring into my eyes, trying to look deeper into my core
In your head, you see my eyes red, but truly there’s more.
Behind my eyes, in my head, perched so delicately on my shoulders
Burdens are carried as if they are as heavy as boulders,
Like a dormant volcano, never knowing when it will burst
I clasp my pain within my hands so submersed.
At this point, demons fill my head with their screams
These screams that I, only I, can screen
It was as if my mind was injected with an ocean of adrenalin
In me, and all parts of me, have gone madly free, with this venom, furiously meddling
Inside of me.
Like a hallucination, pictures of the world have turned against me
I am on the edge of a point where no science of man can solve this eternal epilepsy
You look at me straight, because what you see is what I fear
Because the point of no return, in inevitably near.
When will I awake from this nightmare of pain?
But it isn't any nightmare to the world outside,
I am just insane.
Please don't be harsh in commenting, this is my 1st poem and i tried to recreate what a person struggling with uncontrollable rage experiences, :P
