The things I do,
are because of the chains of restriction.
The feeling of independence,
and the right to prove the ignorant wrong.
I hate being confined,
tucked in a space,
into the minds of right's and wrong's,
do's and dont's.
I like the freedom,
and doing what I please.
But coming back on my past decisions,
makes me sink to my knees,
and think "What the hell am I doing?"
Is it the stress eating me?
and contorting my mind?
Is it the fights,
and the sickness of hearing the words:
" Everythings gonna be alright"?
My tattered emotions on the verge or breaking,
while all the complications make my heart race,
my pulse accelerates,
Impulses of anger,
and crying out of spite.
I run and run,
punch and scream,
but there will always be a rebellious beast within me.
Only time can tell when the rage will past,
hoping it won't last,
never wanting to take a stroll with my broken past..
My future will hopefully bring peace,
with new souls,
and new lives.
But on the turn tables of life,