I stand tall in the presence of my
enemies,
With a shudder of the eyes,
Hateful and wretched I've become,
But that's no surprise,
Is it my own issue,
Could it all be in my head,
This feeling of enmity spewing from a lifetime of dread,
Rage engulfs my soul,
as my finger nails digs deeper into my wrist,
Oh, these battle scars... I cry,
Does joy even exist,
The tragedy that is my life
Numbs my self esteem,
Listen... And you'll hear my silent scream.
©sundust
S