My fire in my mind and brain
Burns and rages out of control.
Certain urges and desires I have,
Used to be THE secret I kept
inside of me with no one else
knowing the true me, the truth
about what I feel deep within.
People can judge as they do,
while abandoning me usually
because I embody too much
pain and heartache I can’t help.
This illness makes me weep,
I cry and I bawl my eyes out,
I shed a few tears here and there.
I’m stuck in my own spider web,
I can’t break loose and get free.
The dejection and rejection I get
Causes me to constantly cry out
For comfort, in pain, for prayer
But things are still left. . . undone
As I sit here and cry my eyes out.
–by Maria Mocha © 2008