A Crusade For My Sanity

And oh, how the hellions
Reign terror on my mind!
Inciting a panic I cannot define!
I crawl,
But no one hears my silent cries –
My deadened pleas for it to cease.
I am verbally trapped as a mute to your world –
A soft-spoken disorder of a woman.
Awkward and unseen.

I drown in the multitude of their glory days
Where they have captured me.
I beg to be released from it all
Though a cure they cannot find.
A broken brain they cannot detail
As to how or why it disturbs me.

And I burn.
Scarred and chewed on by the clench of their teeth.
I am forever restrained.
Days of beauty do not last
For my vision is destroyed by what it possesses me of.

Ears deafened by their taunting –
My body is limp and detached from here.
Oh, where do I belong if not in this place?
Where do I find comfort?

And just who am I if not like you?
Alone and cold in a hell of my own,
Stemming from a frightened childhood
That I could not escape from.

It has always been with me, you see –
The fear and terror taking home
As a foreign essence to my mind.
Tearing apart the cowardice that jumps at me –
Until I am left blank and comatose.
Unable to rationalize.
Unable to utilize the steps in my head.
I am led to nowhere.