The Confusion of the Soul
Words
Understanding
Pain and depression
I understand
Untrained I may be
Suicidal from the age of six
Drugged up on happy pills
Lost and lonely
The façade
I am ok
You ok
Not qualified
See into the depths
Roots, dark, bright
Full of hope
Red
I see
Anger boiling
Talking
And little understanding…………..
Like bacteria growing in a dish
It spreads
Like uncontrollable disease
Turning everything black
Invisible to the naked eye
Made visible by the microscope
Examined closely
By everyone around
Looking searching for the truth
The worlds going to end
Self destruct button been pressed
Now going back now
Follow the path
Like a toy on a conveyor belt
Being turned out
Produced into
A badly fitted mould
Reflected
Doesn’t quite fit in.