I fight the feelings.
They are so overwhelming.
Sometimes I want to run and hide,
disappear from the world.
A little game of hide and seek
me alone in my own world.
Sometimes my happy place isn't solace enough.
I seek a higher ground another level and escape.
I numb all
disassociate
gone
poof
disappearing act of freedom
where I perform my acts
and experience the yearned sigh.
What I do is misunderstood.
I am misunderstood.
Feel alone in my crime
My little crime of passion for the pain and anger I FEEL.
I want to escape.
I want to run.
I love the feeling.
The intensity of it all, the throbbing, the pain.
It's mine.