Tension

I am not on fire but it feels as so
The burning sensation all over has to go
This evil that is inside is rotting my brain
I am talking to myself and I am going insane
I cannot find an opening for a way out
I bang and bang with intents to shout
Bruises left behind from my self-harm
I go crazy for moments but do not be alarmed
I only want what is best for the family
Does anybody see how I am trying to be happy
I cannot sleep a full night
I wake up still here in an angry fight
Why must I continue to be here?
Has bad luck come upon me because Satan is near?
Oh the joy of my untold daughter
I call myself in secret so I shall slaughter
                                                                                      Tension

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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