My Craft My Design Poem by Me. ...

Consuming burden of lifes measures
Taint and hurt all the pleasures
The sphere around is crumbling out
Rage and anger forced by shout
The serene place inside my head
Is tightining with each taunt im fed
I cant control this urge within
Fecicious 'marks own my sin

I am a stranger to all those caring
They claim to see my soul unbearing
They view my craft, my great design
The fists, the image I make them mine
A deceptive show in mastering threats
A stress dead life, with no regrets

The throbbing depth in fragile chain
Of all my hurts linked with pain
Invicible to judgemental witches
Concealed under my angry glitches
The grin of lies cracks my tooth
and contorts the words of my truth