Diagnosis of a missing heart

Sun, 02/07/2016 - 20:12 -- Dukes

I feel torment on it’s rise
Right before it locks it’s gazelle in a cage
I hear it next to my ear telling me lies
It confronts me putting me up in a rage
Telling me I’m not worth the tears coming from their eyes

I hear the name-calling and feel the kicks to the ground
Shouting my every last prayer begging it to stop
But it got what it wanted all along, and can hear my heart pound
It mocks me laughing in my face and I see my knees drop
This was expected and didn’t come to any surprise

These blows given to me put an unpleasant expression on my face
It brings me to tears to know I’m dealing with this on my own
This sign it shows makes me feel stupid, like I am such a disgrace
The first thing it knows I fear is never wanting to be alone
Yet how seemingly ironic is the attempted escape of how one tries

It mentally traps me like a bubble surrounding it’s surface
Digging beneath my skin, making me shutter
Knowing when I’ll turn left

This poem is about: 
Me

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