It torturous feeling like you're doomed long ago any faith was fully consumed Hopelessness the state I'm drowning in ponder if punishment for previous sin
When alone life can seem void of movement this despicable existence made me indignant Not sharing everyday life pains me most doubt and despair take turns playing host
For inducing laughter I have a knack 'never' give with assumption of payback Inside me beats a heart as BIG as ANY desire to do for others surpasses plenty
My exterior doesn't mirror my inner feeling undesirable thoughts rarely cease reeling How people feel most don't care to hear in every troubled soul lives crippling fear
Acting on beliefs presumes one mentally ill humans a mistake you can never repeal
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
If someone does something they feel is justified because of their passion for right.. they are deemed a mental case. That's not (always) a FACT... Period! twd/rearranged 10/18/21