My mindMature

Burning

Writhing

It's all that I can see

Bloody

Screaming

It's all that I can be

In my mind where pain reigns supreme, where no thought is safe, where happiness is as mythical as King Arthur, all of the poison spews from there.

It tells me I'm no good,

It's screams "YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!"

No one has ever known what goes on in my head,

Outside I may be smiling, happy and carefree
but inside I'm burning and the sun? I cannot see.

The End

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