Psycho Poem by Leylek D. Sovura

There is a crack in my head,
Nothing feels right,
There is a crack in my head,
i cannot see the light.

You want me to live,
to share my pain,
you want me to forgive,
to cry like rain.

Then tell me why,
i feel empty inside,
then tell my why,
why do i feel dead inside.

My parents are there,
yet not really here,
i wish i had some,
some who would cheer.

What have i become?
Emotionless scum?
Hiding behind a mask,
with nowhere to run.

Laughing, dancing, playing i do,
only to hide my pain from you.
Nothing you say matters to me,
its like you are killing me,
over and over, day after day,
crying without tears,
is what i do to make it go away,
i have so many fears,
but not one is as worse,
as failing the way
you make me wanna take.

Your smile, your kindness,
is fake i can see,
your eyes your body is telling me,
you love to hate the person thats me.

It is a game full with lies,
it is a game where everyone dies,
if not in body, then in mind,
the only one winning are the dead
and your kind, cuz no one will cast,
their masks aside.

If they would do, they would be trampled,
you are a pyscho, you should be strangled.