On my phone I have a hundred and fifty contacts,
But no one to call when my demons get a contract,
Can you see the contrast?
I spoke to my therapist last night,
She told me to take my pills on a constant,
I told my pastor about my monsters,
He told me to pray harder and stop acting like a fraudster
I told my parents about my relapse,
They told me to keep quiet and relax,
I begged the world to save me from been a psychopath,
They laughed and called me a retard,
They made me feel like a discard,
They misunderstood me,broke me down but I went out and got a recharge,
I'm back with a hammer in my hand,
Destroying anything in my path,
I lost everything I had,
I have nothing left,not even a heart,
Only a bird resting on my arms,
I'm deserted and alone in the dark,
My brain filled with twisted twines,
What I feared the most I have become now,
I have a wonderful smile,
But take a good look into my eyes,
The demons and monsters have taken over my mind.


©deryl