Looking at the world upside down

Looking at the world upside down.
Face full of frowns.
Minds full of triggers.
A woman in the dirt headless and relatable.
Will this hell bound stop or am i fucked up in a twisted knot.
Inside I'm crying to be free.
Yet I lye there trashed in the dirt.
Surrounded by the colours of the universe.
To believe in a headless poet.
To believe in a disastrous mind.
Rocky shore. Rocky mind.
I don't want to hold the dirt yet I always loved playing with it as a child. Ironic. Figures ey. It all figures out.
Apparently the form or my rights are to down right not right.
Maybe I'm lost in time.. denying the truth.
Reality composure.
The alone darkness that holds me in my downfalls.
The triggers that have my skin crawling. Mud bound.
To feel walked over. Pushed aside.
Pushed down. Frowned upon. Bullied.
Dismantled.
It's hard to sucum to someone's needs.
The begging deeds they long for you to succeeded.
A vessel that's headless.
Thoughts fallen into cages.
Confusion over taken.
Delusional.
Or maybe I'm denying the truth.
Alone is all I have ever felt.
And am willing to only feel.
It holds me at my knees.
I can't deny .. the undeniable ease to soar. Away. Away.
Walk. Alone. Away. To be astray.
Looking at the world upside down.