Insecure and terrified
I walk among my peers
I’m buried in lost hopes
Drowning in my tears

I can’t be happy
No matter how hard I try
Instead of careless laughter
Painfully I cry

Same old emotions, day after day
Never without worry or doubt
I sit & write when depressed
It helps to get these feelings out

Going into a harmful pattern
Turning to what is not right
My life is going down the drains
Getting fucked up every night

My writings are my only escape
My emotions bleed by ink and hand
I can’t go on in silent torture
With my words I take a stand

So criticize my poetry
And my freedom goes away
You criticize my pain
Fuck you and what you say
 
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