bwriteous

a giant urge to escape
persists through the walls of fortune
and vehemently drags me
towards the screaming void

what direction do you take
when all you have known
and all you have done
your whole life is deflect

known for being difficult
I strut around misunderstood
my idea of me transcends
others’ expectations of me

the longing now
is another crisis built
self-deprecating humor is a cry for help
it’s just another broken shield

the yearning to break free
yields me no fruition
I’m chained to the erratic rhythm
of trauma and anxiety

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bwriteous

bwriteous

some days i write most days i dread