Mental anguish is filled with fears of disapproval. Never was I accepted in your eyes. With diminishing feelings of joy, you were never satisfied. Always the cup close to your mouth, so we could never see you spill a drop. Frightened with the thought of whether I would even awaken. To dream reality, like an overdose waiting. A full collapse. To finally make something shine in your eyes. A heartbeat ticks with timeless thoughts running around. We crowd and begin to look down. To see you embedded without a thorn crown. Are we disfigured in these eyes? Are we the ones that create such stutter? How do we awaken a beast, when all we have is one last wish? Suffocating the last wishes and demands you could never let go. I could finally overcome the atrocities that once held me back. Staring into the eyes of the ones that beguiled me. To rape and forget the ones you love, a life your too familiar with.
awaken, disapproval, could, stutter, never