Sometimes I

Sometimes I stand
On the outside
Looking in to the life I want
At the person
I want to be

Sometimes I bleed
On the inside
From the things that I say to myself
From the thoughts that I think
From the pain I inflict

On myself.

Sometimes I want to get out of my head
Or at least to turn off my brain
But thoughts circle round
Like sharks, hunting, biting
Leaving me bloody and broken

But only on the inside.

On the outside I stand,
Looking in
Sometimes wishing
I were someone
Different.

 

Mush out.