A Poem

A time for peace

A time for terror

More self-hatred

Now than ever

 

I make it hurt

It’s deserved

The pain I feel

It is not learned

 

Something within me

is grasping to be heard

Uncontrollable

My reality is blurred

 

Deafening defeat

My mind will not be silenced

I will not eat

My thoughts a virus

 

Time must be filled

The edge is near

Insides are spilled

Insurmountable fear

 

Demons released

Explosive

Reality deceived

Self talk corrosive

 

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