Twisted Poetry

Chapter Eleven

some times I wonder how it feels

to be normal

I wonder if I will ever know the feeling

or am I just too weird

my mental state is faulted

cracked just like a nut

I wish someone would call me crazy

so the voices in my head would stop

if anyone ever hurt me

I wouldn't really feel it

but if I hurt others

I completely lose it

guilt is my worst enemy

sorrow is my soul

a deep regret

a hollow hole

save me o merciful

for what pain do I deserve

born the way I am

always to be wrong