Mad Dog
The pain the hurt
That look in his eyes
Putting on an act
Was my disguise
Afraid to be me
Afraid to be real
Didn’t matter to him
Just how I might feel
Turning my heart
Into pure steel
Life was slipping away
It had no appeal
Destined to be a failure
Because of the scars
Knowing without help I
Could wind up behind bars
Trying my best not
To become a mad dog
My head hurting so bad
I couldn’t see through the fog
Author: Rodney Timms
February 2, 2012
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.