When Will I Be Free?

I am so angry

And want to scream

I am so alone 

And it is depressing

I am stuck

In a very dark place

It is so hard

To keep the pain out

I want to cry

And roar with rage

I know if I do

That Ill hurt myself

I've been taught to control

And cope with my emotions 

But here I am

Taking antidepressants

Every month

I have to talk to my counselor 

When will this end

And when will I be free

Reviews

[A. Amos]

You open your heart, mind and soul...invited your readers to know you better...pure magic

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. Years ago I was losing my mind. Old Army Doctors. Gave me drugs. They made me worst. I started exercising and found something I enjoyed. We must repair ourselves. Sometime we must stop. Re-set our life. Write down your goals and change the path you are on. The poem open the doors to a long conversation. We must decide we are fine. No perfect people. Just people doing the best they can. A excellent poem. Made me think this early morning.
Coyote