PAIN

Got pain in my wounds.
Been having pains since the womb.
Aggravated from manipulation, take my pain to the tomb.
A subtle evaluation is what they assume.
My method of madness brings beauty into bloom.
Passing out actuality to be consumed.
Deleting all negativity, I need a broom.
Mind racing daily, left on confused.
Trying to hold on to sanity, I can never lose.
Dazzled by hope, comforted with booze.
Tangled in an entanglement, I don't know what to choose.