I step inside this cage and prepare to fight this rage, that resides in my mind trying to take control over my pain. I fight the negative thoughts that creep within that punch me full with self-doubt, I jab back against the rage that lerks within that tries to make me like everyone else. I get kicked in the head with dread, as the next round starts. I land an uppercut of courage, but I'm afraid it's not enough to knock out the evil thoughts. I fear this fight will never end this fight within my head.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
