By:Sanele S Ntuli

It's controls all...
Imagination
Thoughts
Actions
Words..
Trying to scream
It feels like no one hears me...
Trying to run away from all this
It feels like I'm in a prison
But I'm holding the keys...

Asking for help
It's call it weakness...
Then my thoughts says
I'm weak if asking for help...
Anger is not an issue and not wrong...
Trauma with beautiful lies...
Feels like I'm perfect ...
See my wrongs as my rights...
I mean who to judge
I belong alone...

It's there
When i feel hopeless
When i feel helpless...
It's grab my hand when I'm drowning..
It's holds me proudly and stays around me...
I get peace but it...