Like lethal acid flowing through my body,
Shooting up, and trickling down.
Sparking and crackling.
Torturing me and never leaving me be.
Crying from pain but not showing the world
Mytruth.

Haunting me and teasing me,
The pain quickly recedes,
Minutes later flaring up,
Bounding like a bullet from a gun.
To rip my back apart and tear out my spine,
The only fitting solution.
And still I hold back from the world,
Mytruth.

Once in a while I’m normal again,
But most of the time I’m not.
A constant reminder of my restraint,
a chain holding me back from things I no longer want, but need.
Shredding me to pieces because I can’t be in my norm.
Breaking down from the knowledge of my being an outcast,
Mytruth.