Venom

Conflicting emotions
That never balance out
Bi-Polar are my tendencies
With self hatred and self doubt

Poetry: My only outlet
Or the only one I allow myself
Isolations left me vulnerable
Thoughts turn inward to mangle themselves

Positive on the outside
Negative to the core
Washed up, washed out loneliness
Bulimic evermore

I don't care who knows it
They'd be happy I lost my crown
Precious stones, given away
The metal sold and broken down

Only postponing the inevitable
This worthless life is just taking up space
Too scared to grasp opportunities
An empty body, in this soulless place