Thoughts mercilessly hijack my brain. What part of me could've gone wrong? Is it hereditary or just me being deranged? My father acts this way, but he still receives special treatment. So why is every move of mine being scrutinised? I want to tell someone, but every person is a dead end. I don't want anyone knowing my family issues, but I want to spill so bad. Maybe this could be a chance to prove them wrong. That I have a reason for my behaviour. Maybe a possible diagnosis could be my saviour.
Confessions
By BumSlit
My real life confessions in a sub-genre form of poetry and a novel More