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Twisted

Scary thoughts Write it down,' they said 'Transform your thoughts into poetic ideas.' But how do I voice this silent scream? How do I decide on a topic when each holds a part of me? It will take a lifetime to decode this How do I make my mind rhyme when it can barely produce enough serotonin? How do I face the very demons I'm trying to escape They will laugh at my face When I try to pen their character traits 'Your poem is your story,' they said But how do I add a plot twist at the end? Even Nelson Demille lacks that particular skill Accomplished author that he is I hold a whole library inside my head But if it's a story you need Take a look at my arms And let my scars speak My tales are penned in crimson ink Anguished words best read in the dark tend to leave a mark on those who read What started as a thought Found it's way to a script Ideas stepped out of the shadows As the verses revealed What my many layers conceal I never wrote about love A topic exhausted by even amateur poets I picked a less exciting theme The sick pleasure I get whenever I cut myself The scars on my wrists that my therapist tries not to see How it feels to live a waking death Insanity and short intervals of horrible sanity I wrote about how it felt to be mentally #twisted