Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I'm not broken, 
don't try to fix me.
I'm just a bit darkened, 
from the things that shaped me. 
If my presence causes you concern,
them maybe you should take some time to learn.
You can judge me all you wish,
you're just one of many fish.
An outcast in life I may be,
Still discovering what is happy.
Perpetual waves of numbing emotions, 
Driving me into silent convulsions. 
Yes, words are weapons, leaving scars deep,
I've grown quite cautious of who I meet.
But imagination is a glorious concept,
Shielding myself against the world of conflict.
I've felt the pain and seen the torment,
From far off lands to my own doorstep. 
If there's one thing I can't abide,
It's all the hate this world hides. 
So, you see, I'm really not broken,
This world has left me many a token.
And the time is coming to cash them in,
As I quietly stand outside the Devils den.
Yes, there are monsters deep in my soul,
And the world is filled with them, not all are dark and cold.
I'll keep fighting the ones in my head.  I'll keep fighting the ones under the bed.  I'll keep fighting till I'm the last, for I've learned from those in my past.
Now you know, I don't need fixing.
I'm fighting demons, while you've been listening. 
And I'll defeat them in the end,
Because I used to be one of them.