Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

 Let me get one thing straight, I write for myself, it’s one of my good traits. 
I fear people thinking that I want their pity,
I wanna share it though. 
Cause, I know people who can relate. I know I’m not the only one like this, in this city. 
     It’s not my fault all my writing is depressing. My life is constantly distressing. Turning my pain into poetry, sometimes it’s refreshing. 
   It’s a good release when there’s nothing els to do, I like to write about what I’ve been through. 
   I’m not worried of being judged by my writing, only worried of the impression that it gives them. Some may say that it’s enlightening, or that it’s a gem. I’m no comparison to the higher power, but the both of us write in pen; except I sometimes use a browser.
  Back to the topic, and enough of this chronic. As much as I love it, my psychiatrist says it’s toxic. That it will make people chaotic. Except schizophrenia doesn’t run in my family. I don’t hear that shit in the media, why can’t he just accept that this is what helps my sanity? 
  Or does he think I’m gonna go all  ammityvill  horror all of a sudden, and just go Ronald DeFeo Jr with the push of a button. I don’t even know where to get a rifle. By the time i could, no doubt I be being beaten with a bible. Talk about something frightful.  
   I’m gonna do what I want anyway, and he knows that’s the truth. yet, he still acts like I bit the forbidden fruit. 
    I guess what I’m looking for is some recognition, but I don’t need to be on television. I just wanna share my work, show others that they’re not alone. Make them realize that they’re not the only ones who can’t leave they’re comfort zone. You’re not on your own.