World Where I Belong

My depression turns in to hatred my disgust turns in to love.

I must let out my anger and I cant get it out.

 I have to shout I have to scream, am I trapped this has got to be a dream.

 I am falling like the twin towers I cant handle the pressure.

 Sitting on the couch, staring in a gaze.

 Won’t let me out the box that I’m in.

In a trance deep in space

 My world is turning and I can’t see my race.

I don’t know where I belong.

 An out cast among many.

A star shining its brightest doubts out by reality of the world.

It kicks and punches and sends me twirling.

 I might as well die with a tear in my eye.

 World were I belong

 I can’t find it

 Twirls and twirls in front of me.

But I can not see it.

 In my room longing for compassion in that I prolonged the question that is in my past.

I am the paint brush that lies.

 Wondering why it is not used it is not loved.

 Staring into the sea wondering were I belong

Staring out, does any one know where I belong?

Warning!

This poem was not written by me, but it was written by someone I know and I think t's really powerful!