My World is emotional torture
Even my first thoughts are immensely torturous.
I can't stand this unearthly grip, coming from the pits of my soul.
I want to yell, I want to scream, yet I could only cry.
This emotion is psychologically horror to my poor heart.
I hate being the slave to the toxic man of thy house
How wrong and right it feels, no matter what I wish to wear or proclaim, to decide it's too much for this woman to control what I wear just so I don't outshine her.
When is the BIG question??
I want to stab, cry, and wail till I'm light again.
This unearthing grip is my evil side, I only wish not to be tainted by someone else's intent of control.
Yet another reason to be mad, I explode.
Can I ever meet someone who will let me shine at my own pace?
I cry and cry and cry, and every time again, this is psychological torture from the gutter.
Sign the decree of unwant, and I shall move away from this ungodly place.
I have no time for nonsense until it serves a useful purpose.