Dance in the rain

Washing away my insanity
i dance in the heavy rain.
i try to wash away the blood
but it only remains as a stain.
i try to soothe the pain
by dancing in the rain
but nothing can erase these scars
I'm a maniac
and I'm always ready to attack
i attack myself
and also others
i need a psychiatrist
need to be taken to a mental asylum
I'm a neglected child
born with hate in my veins
my heart is black
my head is hard
because Ive lived a life of pain
parents died in a plane crash
and now I'm about to crash and burn
help me! help me! help me!
i need the love of a mother
the love a father.
I'm a rebel
Ive got a gun
and i slit my wrist
and kill others just for fun.
I'm like a character in an arcade game
mortal combat and killer instinct.
i dance in the rain
to wash away my pain
but nothing can wash away
these blood stains.
this game is getting lame
i brought the game to reality.
Ive got competitors
and each one Ive defeated
so I'm the winner of this game
but I'm wanted
wanted by the police
and then I'm held for murder

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this poem is the weirdest of all the poems Ive ever written....its complicated....but based totally on a dread....this is not a real story and the character in it is a boy...thanks for reading hope u enjoyed my latest and weirdest creation