I am what I am

I am what I am
trapped by sound alongside memory
you will see no wounds
yet,i'm bleeding to get out

trying not to cave in
to never leave this
inscribed outcast shell
a embedded soul of
loyalty, friendship, care

taking breaths of forgieness
not of others but myself
the hands i bear stained of blood
not of human but from all my past regrets to present
patiently staying there with no remorse of leave

my doing is what condemns me
tipping all scales to one side
making life like a roller coaster
a ride that is never ending
with breight lights in every corner of the way

thy eyes colder then ice
quivering at the sound of warmth vanishing in plain site
tripping at a moment of silence
lost within myself

closed off from the outer life
often quiet and peace of mind
mostly kind when spoken to
never close to anyone
only seeing what's before hand