#Through the Mind of the Loud
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Stuck in the darkest pits of my mind,
Expected to always be ecstatic and glad.
I am no riot, swollen with pride
I tuck my scars and my blood aside.
I yearn for the calls of other people,
The weak, the lost, the ones in need.
I answer every cry, every signal,
I am the first to bleed relief.
I take care of them
Forgetting to take care of me
Until the storms rage from the south,
And suddenly
I am alone.
Alone in my mind,
With a bleeding heart.
I’ve been calling out to God,
Begging Him to keep me from falling apart.
The absence of love,
The desperate cries of loneliness,
Rivers of tears forming beneath my skin,
Yet I still am expected to be filled with holiness
and ignored by my hole-lyness
I showcased comedy and innocence
Yet the world threatens to devour my wholesome presence
Surrounded with sick twisted minds
Them somehow expecting to have the easiest of lives
While kicking those beneath them down
breaking their knees.
us repeating for them to stop,
Please