Twisted

Im twisted inside. My mind has no release from hidden sins. My body wracked with truths betrayed within lies. Can my flesh ever heal? I feel the burns.How my soul crumbles with the light of truth. How the lies twist into my mind like a crown of razor sharp thorns. How can one walk when the world around them seems so tilted in others favor?

These scars i bare, they are hidden. So deep no one may ever see the pain. So shallow are the words of forgivness. For I can not even forgive myself. I am trapped in this wicked torment. No matter how I struggle it seems to never break free. The only thing that ever brakes is my will to go on. Can a twisted soul ever live?
Can the burns I have heal with the love of those I know that are true... It seems to only subside the very essence of the pain. Only cover up the wounds as if to lay fine silk over them.

I am Twisted inside. I know that will never change. I know that it is my own cross to bare. I just pray the poision does not pass on. That the scars die with me. That i will hold onto them so tight and take them down with me. I will not share this fate. I will not let it haunt another innocent. I will not let another be twisted inside.