Misunderstood Poem by Christopher Montalvo

Misunderstood



(Dedication/Inspiration: Layne Staley/Alice in Chains)

God Smack the mother who bore them bones,
Doomed to suffer grinding teeth and head creeps,
Breathless in this sludge factory,
Poisoned in this acid bubble,
Roasting in this private hell.

Strapped down in the angry chair,
Cringing from the sunshine,
Down in a hole,
Dirt and darkness,
So close to getting born again,
Heaven stands right beside me.

Damn the river that flows through my veins,
Try to brush away the filth,
But we drown in our sea of sorrow.
Check my brain,
Corrupted mind of a junk-head,
Opening up a jar of flies,
Self-aware of why we die young.

They've got me wrong,
I'm no rotten apple,
But my life has become a nutshell,
Total fear and confusion,
I stay away,
From those who instill shame in me,
So when everyone else bleeds the freak,
Would you do the same?

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