RedheadOrDead
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Two years ago, when I was 12, I stopped seeing my psychiatrist. My parents sent me there for depression, but after a few years, it was diagnosed that I had Aspergers Syndrome. This is my Poem. Please comment. X
Psychiatrist
There is no world free from confusion
Each truth is balanced with illusion
This time is new and dark and strange
It keeps on haunting me
The lies they speak are laced with steel
They see emotions I do not feel
They cannot unveil the main source of my pain
That keeps on chasing me
Those things that go bump in the night
That flee in fear when faced with light
They cavort and romp in fading dusk
Forever following me
And now the "doctors" have called it a day
The monsters have since died away
They were the monsters in my mind,
They were the fear of me
Psychiatrist
There is no world free from confusion
Each truth is balanced with illusion
This time is new and dark and strange
It keeps on haunting me
The lies they speak are laced with steel
They see emotions I do not feel
They cannot unveil the main source of my pain
That keeps on chasing me
Those things that go bump in the night
That flee in fear when faced with light
They cavort and romp in fading dusk
Forever following me
And now the "doctors" have called it a day
The monsters have since died away
They were the monsters in my mind,
They were the fear of me