Where did i spend my exuberance?
Hunched over, in my quiet sliver of panic?
Or frittered away,
on the black top i’ve christened captivity?

When i did i give?
Buckle and recede into madness
Paint my skin an unsightly tone
And strand myself, in the searing boil of hatred

Was it arrogance,
That drew my gaze inward?
Fixated, on the soul beneath my hide
The lone crier, of his mournful  visions
Where the ghoulish past dwells
On  a perpetual loop
Forever mocking and festering inside of me

It remains until all sound distorts
Fades off into the distance
Scowering the earth, to happen again
In search of those, unfortunate  few
Caught in their hazy labyrinths
Unfazed by the wilderness outside

It really didnt help that as i was reading this to myself out loud my sister was in the other room, laughing at something completely unrelated. In my mind it felt like she was laughing at my pathetic attempt at poetry. I have self esteem issues if you couldn’t tell already.