The anxiety,
the frustration,
all part of the exhilaration,
all part of the relief.
Somehow I had to escape,
I had to scream,
I needed everyone to hear!
I needed the world to know!
For I have realized
that my mental illness is far to accelerated,
my emotions are far too complicated.
My life is far too tragic,
and yet my helpless love is way too strong.
It is the one the eats me from the inside.
It is the thing that I most pity of myself.
I feel watched;
I feel trapped,
for the shadows behind me,
all they do is stare.
The clouds above me,
have nothing to do,
nothing to accomplish,
but somehow they have no choice but to do as well.
What am I to do?
What am I to feel?
How can I possibly answer this,
if I don’t even feel safe in my own skin?
All I know is that it had to be done,
I feel much better now,
and no one can take that away from me.