I wrote this a few weeks ago... CHAINS I feel like running And never looking back But I’m bound by chains I feel like screaming Ripping out my hair I feel the veins underneath my skin The hatred within You’re dragging me down Wearing me out I think I’m losing it I’m breaking down (Screaming, Crying Ripping out my hair) This façade I built End up killing me It’s working against My friend no more And now I wonder if I showed you my true colours before Would it have made it easier? But I knew if I showed you It would kill you You’d resent it, hate it I tried But the pressure built Stress mounted The lies piled up It got too much It took me too long But now I see I do not care what you think of me But still you try to compress Eliminate my character traits You force it on me Your life philosophy You try to make me stereotype And hate what you think isn’t right To give excuses To what is inexcusable Looking at you I hate what see I feel like running And never looking back But I’m bound by chains Like? Hate? Suggestions?
Pretty good. I think you made a typing mistake... maybe you wanna fix it.... You said: around the begining... you meant hair right? Anyway, good work on the poem.