They're in my head
trying to drive me mad
Is it revenge?
Or just something I dreamt?
Am I delusional
I can't tell
Reality is blending well
The seeds being planted
Are not
Wishes to be granted
They are tortures for them to delight in
To erase why I live
And blind those
Who should have listened
Into a diluted submission
With my will being twisted
Into an unusual mission
To put me down
To take me under the ground
Where no one can hear
And my voice could never find an ear
Not one to hear clear
Or to understand why I'm here
Or how all love has been tainted and grown sheer
There's no love for me
Everyone can see
And they act like I'm deserving
Deserving, of nothing but hate
Now how will I ever reach my fate?
About the Creator
Jessica Burby
Poetry is my passion.
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