Mentally ill? - P.Seibel

ominous this feeling

as I step into total blackness

I lock the doors on inside

turn out the light

feeling my blood racing

as I'm stepping through this mess

hearing voices at my home

tearing me in being alone

so many words and anger linger

from these walls

she touches me still

I remember her tears as today

screams hang in the air

she claims I am mentally ill

arrogance, self pity and the egoist

are sucking on sickness

seeking rest

pride married with deceit

boasting proudly

wanting the best

faked sacrifice intrigues the heart

of the open that

are willing to share

self exposure is not always honest

when invented

and coated in hatred

chorus...

picturesque descriptions of frustration

in hasty wit

remain incompetent

the reaction of a pained soul

wanting to provoke and ignite words never said

I tell you a smile is the first thing you will ever use

to never admit

that it hurts to lose