Seed called doubt

in #poetry7 years ago


Being me brings no joy
Mostly turmoil and no reward
Feeling like a fucking burden
Please can we stop and leave hatred unspoken
Look into my eyes and see this pain
Full of tears becoming acid rain
Eating away all I touch
A sorrow invades a war of im not good enough
So please before your tear me down
Understand my path so hard and in regrets I drown
So build me up its what I need
Not these words deserved as they plant a seed
This seed grows Into the tree called doubt
He is the killer of dreams and all you care about
So please can we stop, lock him up and throw away the key
Because with tears soaked eyes I'm tired of these chains and just want to be free
Therapy session