Some thoughts from a damaged mind

There are things I have done I am not proud of..
There are things I have done that I wished to change..
There are feelings I have I am ashamed of..
There are feelings I have I wish to change..
There are people I know who let me down..
There are people who relied on me, I failed..

I am not perfect..
I never will be..
You either accept..
Or reject me..

I am not an angel and don’t believe in hell
I am not your saviour or your conscious..
You only have to answer to yourself

Why do I feel how I do
Why don’t I feel Like you
Why do I see the issue in others
Why am I looking for emotional brothers

I’ve met the freaks, the weirdos, the twisted
They are my friends, my lovers, my sisters
I seek the independent minds
The free, the loved and unkind

I held friends who wished to kill me
Faced down thugs, monsters and religious
Stood up for the unique and the different
The societally awkward the ridiculous

Four lines of poetry
Four lines of thought
For lines of strength
For lines we’re taught

The rhymes don’t matter
The rhymes wont work
they try to control
and Pervert.

When I was Younger I wished to believe
That those around me would not deceive
I wanted safety, I wanted strength
I require you all to fill the gap