Take Me For a Fool

 

Everything is fine.

It’s all perfect.

And suddenly,

With no warning at all,

An inexplicable rage seizes me,

Grips at my heart and drags me down

Into a fury known only to me

On the rarest of occasions.

I take deep breaths,

Try to calm down.

But it doesn’t work,

It’s no use.

Only a miniscule thread

Restrains me from storming out of the room

And walking away from it all.

Tell me something…

What do you do when you are contemplating the

Frenzied idea of stepping in front of a

Moving vehicle.

So fast, so smooth.

The sleek, glossy surface

Colliding with my fragile human torso.

Crushing me, contorting me.

The release feels good…

So good…

But I don’t.

I don’t.

I won’t.

I will not give up.

I will not give in.

I’m not easily fooled,

I’m strong.

I’m not fearless,

Not perfect.

I’m strong.

Depression,

You take me for a fool.

You cannot underestimate your

Opponents.

Because I’m stronger than I look.

The End

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