Manic Depression.

It hit me not so suddenly-I was just a little kid

I'm just supposed to cry from scrapes and stings

Wondering why my brain was filled

to the brim with such unnatural things

 

Don't try to fool yourself

There's something all too wrong with this

Don't try to prove yourself

Will someone explain why I should even try?

 

You know that I know that there's no point

The end of the assembly line, turn out the light

Nail-bitten, bed-ridden shadow of a person

Signed up for a battle I don't want to fight

 

You've just been wired wrong

Won't you slow down? It's going much too fast

You've just been built all wrong

Can I catch up when I've been born behind?

 

Say it to my face

it's been me all along

unwanted eyesore

like a sort of toy misplaced

neglected cogs

don't bother

Will you see my side
Why can't I breathe

did you want more

What I once was has gone and died

Was never me

you'll rot here

 

Don't try to fool yourself

There's something all too wrong with this

Don't try to prove yourself

Will someone explain why I should even try?

 

You've just been wired wrong

Won't you slow down? It's going much too fast

You've just been built all wrong

Can I catch up when I've been born behind?

Reviews

[Laura Storm]

The first stanza is amazing. The rest of the poem was just as good. I can relate because I was always a strange child, a sad child. Any ways great job.

[Lady Lazarus.]

"it hit me not so suddenly-I was just a little kid
I'm just supposed to cry from scrapes and stings
Wondering why my brain was filled
to the brim with such unnatural things"

is pure and utter perfection....
This sums up how I've felt for years better than anything else I've read.
you're poem is deep,sad & a masterpiece.
I love it.

[Blindmikey]

As it sprawls at your feet. The dark entanglement. As if lonely was the enemy itself. To be pushed before your ready. To not know what ready is. An empty shell. You've penned it well. Might only pain be a blessing in disguise. Might it not only carry on it's wings our demise.

Brilliant write.