Poezja

Who am I?
To fight all the
time
At every blinking
light,
Turn and curve
If I could blame
the injustices
Of the world
Then maybe a
superhero
 
If I am a product
Of a violent home
Then it would be
all I know
Because with each
fight
I abuse myself
My anger Is
Management
For something
I can’t find in a
world inside myself
Guilt, my only
defense
against fear
Of not being good
Or good enough
Inside and out of
my life
And never tasting
A peace of mind
 
Living in a me mode
By pleasing others
Whenever righting a
wrong
Feeling I’ve gain
some new
Worry free space
Through desire’s
pure desperation
To being a martyr,
validating
my narcissism
Why I should be
loved and supported,
avenged if I falter
over
life’s obstacles
 
Taking
every challenge
head
on
Thinking
it’s the
only
way
to
get love.

I’m
wrong!

I just need
a place where
there’s
no battle
 
In
loving
myself