poem

There is so many thoughts running through my head they will not stop until im dead i feel to much ive seen it all, from behind this massive wall,a wall i built of anger,rage, sorrow,guilt,and a touch of pain yes i know i take the blame i hate my face i hate my name my children grow and i understand they need their father they need this man but every day is such a fight hard to except,I cant make things right I apologize for my disease although i know shell never see that the man she hates is only a part of me.....