I know what it feels like to not belong.
Society and I never really got along.
People always judge me because I’m different.
Maybe their right – at least I’m not a fucken ignorant.
The flash-backs of my past drown me in pain.
Tomorrow’s desolation repeats itself over & over again.
My memory as a child triggers depression.
A gun to my head unbalances my frustration.
So vulnerable, so weak, I fell into a nervous breakdown.
Melancholy darkens the void in my heart for a total meltdown.
Every single day my father tells me that I am nothing.
I am a poet with hopes & dreams achieving a higher believing.
I have to live with PTSD for the rest of my life.
I’m smart enough never to end this story with a sharp clean knife.
This poem was reflecting the past of me being bullied and being humiliated.
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