Chapter 147
All Mine
The thoughts within my own head
Are TRAPPED with no way to escape
They tear at the container that confines them
Physical form and pain without visible shape
The rage is mine
The imperfection is mine
The anger is mine
The flaw is mine
Veiled confessions emerge from within
Bloodily they are ripped through the skin
Is anything in life not some type of sin
Every end starts before it can even begin
The upset is mine
The guilt is mine
The failure is mine
The fear is mine
Emotions burn, sear and boil over
Explosions in the very tissue of the mind
Self destruction physically and mentally
See and feel the sewage as the brain is mined
The wrath is mine
The pain is mine
The insanity is mine
The perfidy is mine
Everything a tangled rambling mess
What seeps out is floundering projection
The known ineptitude of "not good enough"
Seeking salvation in a futile attempt at protection
The blame is mine
The shame is mine
The imperfection is mine
The damnation is mine
Nobody
