My world spinning crazy
With thoughts so erratic,
So hard to think clear
Beyond all this static,
Mentally messed up
And self medicated,
My world in an uproar
I only wish you related,
To the words that I speak
Which are complicated,
Living through this life,
Knowing me that I hated.
My heart laying dormant,
Beneath my chest sits a stone
Awaiting eruption,
So the world can be shown.
With my lava spilling,
As my words fiercely flow,
I light up the night sky
Like no one you would know,
With flames that I'm spitting
That are seen north and south,
Listen to the words that,
I scream from my mouth.
A bomb buried inside,
Already now ticking
And soon is the end of,
My life I'm predicting,
Like the love I would share,
But could never commit
When I cared for your thoughts,
Before this life turned to s***.
So give me some feedback,
Should I go see a shrink?
Is it wrong that I'm writing,
All my thoughts when I think?
It just helps with the pain
That I feel deep inside,
These are my true thoughts
That for you I provide.
Frank Acquafredda
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-lies-beneath-7/
