Thursday, July 23, 2009

Some Teen Angst Venting I Found In My Clooset From Ages Ag

Grasping on to darkness
because that's all that's left.
Struggling to find reason
in the brutal onslaught
of thoughts and emotions.
Clarity, in its highest form
becomes obsolete,
And the abstract mystifies
and bombards the brain.
Grim insecurities
ascend to the surface,
reeking of vulnerability.
Internal chaos ensues.

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