Between Kindness and Madness

I walk the line

Between Kindness

And Madness~

Sanity is not an option,

Not for me.


What has been done to me

Can never be fully expressed

So that you can



The trauma extends too deep,

Tendrils of poison penetrating

The depths of my body;

So encompassing

Is the poison’s reach,

It can never be

Rooted out.


Day by Day

I attempt to act the norm,

Eat like the norm,

Walk like the norm.


I am not the norm.


My brain is hyper-aware

Of the danger

My presence creates

In the normal world.


As I lumber,

I seem alien~


The madness in my eyes

Is accentuated  by the

Movements of my body~

I frighten the masses~

When I move,

I feel your fear.


I show kindness

And you look away.


I remain.


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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