me

hundred of thoughts..
dancing across this mind.....
vexed in theory and
crumbling in verb
A starry creation
shining in dark waters...
reflecting through
circumstance
and always modifying  
what to believe
softening to refine..

Ridiculed and laughing
taunting my form  
always sardonic grin
upon face's holding
crushing my heart.
hit hardest by closes,
hindering and choking me.
why
because others never try
so according to most  
it's be born, role over
pike your box and closure.

have ever I truly fund loved?
why must loves cage find me every time?
not be aloud to develop what i know
no other livening being can do.
the closer i get the arranger she looks
with hate she lashes out,
loving sorry twisting blame she cry's
this all your doing,
pushing on me.
with joy she compare pass live,
with rage then denies cutting blow,
paying on ill's shouting of being controlled,
the role falling to me,
click click her lock assenting,
my hart.  

 
first year no pain killer's
months pass no pain,
15 to 38 on others lie's
lost so much time
and feel's like I've
been stuck all that time
with my 15 year old mind.
foot step out on emotion
never knowing where I'm off too

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

Yes, I believe I also know this "me". This is raw and brutal, almost. I really connected with the piece about being stuck at 15 all this time...

[Michael Soul]

thanks x

[Sami Khalil]

"Ridiculed and laughing
taunting my form
always sardonic grin
upon face's holding
crushing my heart.
hit hardest by closes,
hindering and choking me.
why "
I like that a lot...:)

[Michael Soul]

thank you

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Wpww!!!]

cool.