I know you have not a clue
for what to say.
I'm sorry for all the times
I ruined your day.
Being normal is the hardest things
on my agenda.
While surrounded by unfamiliar folks,
I won't pretend to be a.
Fake people into thinking I am a goddess,
but if I don't all what's left is a hot mess.
I can't pretend anymore,
I can't hide in the shadows alone.
You can laugh at me all you want
as my face changes expression while I'm in my
zone.
I grow up
though I'm differently changing.
My mind holds on
but my body is aging.
So don't worry about me.
Move on,
be good to yourself.
I know you are concerned
but I just can't give you thanks
for trying to help.
Treat me how you treat
anyone with a brilliant mind.
I'm not a mess,
I'm just one of a kind.
I'm very hard to find.

If I look forward,
I over think.
If I look back,
I cry.
When I think about what I did wrong,
I stare at my current image in the mirror,
and Sigh.
All I can do
to give everything thrown at me a better
try.
Mentality screws me sometimes,
not gonna lie.
Creates these expectations
that later die.
Karma kicks herself in,
but why?
Mentality
will go away
after I take a breath
and sigh.
And just let it all
fly.

They say it is never too late to do the right thing.
Will it be awkward to reach out one last time?
It isn't fair if one is benefited
and one isn't.
Or is it?
What shall I do for the ones I let go by mistake?
Should those who have cut me out of the picture
be aware of my forgiveness?
I never know where to start.
It always occurs that they know
where to
end.
Is one in control of every relationship?
Who is really taking the picture?
Holding a camera
seeing how the image will appear.
The flash representing the moment.
The friendship photoshopped,
the antagonist cropped out by the
protagonist.
Who has the right to cut anyone out?
Where do these rights come from?
How do these images not burn for some?
Is it me
or
the camera.
What am I doing wrong?

Never will I consider anyone who admires me
a God.
Those who admire me thus not rare,
but not many have given their gifts and time to me.
Don't ever define me
by the plaid in my wardrobe,
guitar notes on my playlists,
black nail polish,
and the innocent jokes I create.
Find me the best you can.
To anyone who could never be satisfied through the ruins of my
nonsense,
know,
that there was a point,
you meant,
the world
           to me.

There will be no message sent to any hearts
as I tear up at 3 AM.
Has this holiday punished me with guilt
on your behalf?
I know we moved on.
I get that you are not thinking of me.
Please try to remember the good things we said.
I never wanted you out of my life.
You may be gone,
though there is still a sight of you
and all you taught me.
Good luck,
and never change.
I'll miss you.

Though it had to be you to say it to
my eyes
thou not ready for love.
I may have cried then,
I can breathe now.
Knowing my heart was never
broken.
You took so much away from me.
Something no one,
not even you can give back to me.
I stayed with you
how I thought that is what
my heart was calling
for happiness to ****** the guilt of pleasure.
I'll have to get my pride back
due to your behaving of a hypocrite
since we left our love behind.
I'll go forward on my own.
Retrieve my happiness, and freedom.
Even
if you are no longer
a part of
my life.

Hear the shouting loud and clear.
Sound of protests with people coming near.
Breaking points
we're moving on very slow.
Anger will continue
forever as I know.
People will cry,
people will scream.
There will be a side
there will be a chance to be on a team.
Contradicting by the moon
changing its form.
There is time afterward to fight
but no time prior
to warn.

You reach out to me out of the blue.
I feel teary after hearing from you.
The sound of your voice
warms me inside.
Remembering how we stuck together
and how hard we tried.
Knowing now you are not gone
despite the fact I haven't seen you for so long.
The past was tough,
only you understood.
Since now you know
you had the heart to be good.
You will hear this
when we meet up again.
We may have stopped talking
but never stopped being
friends.

Define nobody,
label not a soul.
To deal but not to bow,
is every psychological goal.

A man who grasps
only a beer
never to warm up his hand for
a lady.
He performs his aloofness to her
as she learns from his cold
tone.
Let him hate,
let him hate.

She calls and calls him for days.
He puts no effort to ever pick up.
She tries so hard to grasp attention
from his wandering eyes.
She doesn't yet know to
let him hate,
let him hate.

Men who are crass,
men who are despicable,
men who are self-absorbed
put in time for them.
Holding every problem between him and
a woman.

Women feel so hard
they bleed when they are hurt.
The blood she sheds from her hands
that never interlocked.
There is a time when women need to
let go.

She shall still feel,
she can't take no for a reply.
It is hard when she learns to just
let him hate,
let him hate.

Trouble is borrowed

Danger is given

Crisis is taken

Drama is lent by two

Problems are forced

Acts are stolen

When
           Nobody
Gets
        What
They hope
                   For

Scratched up feelings
caused by my obsessiveness.
My unawareness of never
backing off
has broken the old lamp.
This room was a disaster to
begin with.
Everything fell out of place
due to what you said last night.
If my writing scared you,
my emotions were nothing you could handle,
and you were so overall uncomfortable,
thus not
my problem,
now only still a mess.
You are not one for me,
I'm leaving this old room in my head.
Old house,
with bills overflowing the counter.
I had hoped you would cry to understand I care.
Now I am only your worst nightmare since you close your eyes,
and I am in your head.
I am still writing now,
these poems are my babies.
I will always create and tend to my writings.
I just wanted you to see,
now you can't.
The room is dark
since you broke the lamp
that lit our friendship.
And I won't be one to fix it.
I will get a burn again.

I can get over this bridge
Without you holding my hand.
If you are ever lost and alone
Not knowing where to go,
I am your friend.
I’ll hold yours.
I’ll guide you.
We now need to take care of our own.
So much is happening
All at once.
As a friend,
Know I still care.
I’ll be a person to vent with
About the losers who take out their pathetic
Lives on us.
The conversations will be lit again.
Never will I walk away
When all you want to do is
Cry.
I’m your friend,
So cry on me when emoting is a must,
And I’ll cry on you on my time in need to
Emote.
When we emote together all at once,
We know it’s not what we hoped for,
But that connection is still
Something,
No one,
But you and I
Can have together.
Once we start talking like we used to,
Our friendship wont be for once,
But forever.

Your eyes
Meet up with mine.
A smile on your face
As I read to you.
We speak so differently,
We went through so much the same.
Since the biggest misunderstanding
Between you and me,
I never heard from you
A whole week.
I thought
I lost you
For good.
Another day,
All at once,
We greeted.
Promise,
We will talk again.
So deep,
For such short time.
So honest,
For so new to each other.
So much better,
For us to be friends.
So do I want
To have these conversations again.
We talk like friends,
We act like unafraid individuals,
We believe
In our own.
We are not afraid
Of ourselves or each others
Story.

Sitting next to you all that time,
Neither one of us said a word,
We acted just fine.
As time went on
We breathed,
We avoided looking in the eye.
When you got up and left,
I just wanted to die.
I knew you were sad,
I could see it in your face.
I understand completely
This is just not the right place.
Life has many chances,
This does not stop me from feeling
Concern.
I know you’re traumatized by those relationships,
I don’t want to be one who makes you
Burn.
This too shall pass,
The awkward moments will cease.
When I talk to you again,
Know it is not a tease.
It seems you have let me go,
For that is fair and fine.
I know were strong enough to get through being together in that class,
And that time.
I wont cross the line.
Know that what you said,
Came from your heart.
It was honest and perfectly fine.
Right on the line.
For telling me how you truly felt
All that time.

I did so much wrong,
I messed this whole thing up.
Hearing you when you called back that night
Broke my heart.
Your voice trembled.
You can say you were hurt.
My behavior gave reason.
You said you were cold and
Alone.
The sound of my voice must have made it
Worse.
Because I care,
I will always be your friend.
Just as I understand your not feeling
Its there,
I will understand if you choose not to be anymore.
If you ever decide once more
And need to talk,
Like a toolbox to fix a problem,
I will be there.
I promise
I will make effort to be no more than
Friends.
And you can
Sweep me off my feet
Anytime.
I trust,
My friend.

As humor leads to hurtful words,
and kisses lead to living babies,
then misunderstandings lead to
broken hearts.
And as humiliation leads to drama,
And truth leads to tears,
Just as stories lead to wanting to know more about
The common karma
We heard,
We faced,
We saw.
I cannot disagree
With your desire and effort.
It’s a way for us to never lose.
I would rather
Cry with you from hearing truth,
Than to lie and become mentally ill.
You are the best thing about that hour I feel
Naked
In front of all the others.
By my lack of knowing this information,
You care for me then and there.
Now I know I messed up,
I am the fool.
I am overcome with guilt
And growing out of being naïve.
My empty stomach and trembling hands
Are the sign of how I never want to let you go.
If you ever change your mind and this time you
Declare yourself gone.
Know yourself as rare and sweet.
I’ll be here if you ever want to try and have these conversations again.

Face overcome with blemishes,
arms ruled with scars.
Criticized for holding
teddy bears
and lounging alone at bars.
This insecurity
has a story.
Something behind this fragile door.
Stop yourself before offering help
she wants
no
     more.
She is fragile
she is afraid.
She knows her mental illness
is nothing that she can trade.
Let her be.
She is fragile like glass.
She cries as it shatters
then she is better, alas!

Waking up is harder than it seems.
It's not the hourglass
it's not the dreams.

The thoughts are destroying my
calm.
Never again will I feel my feet
or keep a clean palm.

My hand trembles
it is now four going on five.
In the AM
reminding how I am alive.

Rather unfortunate
the red in my eyes.
Heart pounding faster
than a lover who lies.

A mother who dies,
then her daughter cries.
Knowing how slow
this everlasting night flies.

Going to bed is harder than
I want it to be.
Out of the time in the day missed
and living with
ANXIETY.

Quiet is all I need.
Desiring silence as the critics improvise
their own violins.
The philosophers tune their cello's.
The writers prepare the songs.
All the song says is the truth of where I stand in life.
Praying I'll be ok tomorrow.
How I stand in front of the cold audience
whom have the obligation of peaceful listening.
Many who choose to not open their ears to another sound
will only be alone playing their guitars.
I want the audience to be silent for me.
Learning as they whisper bewildered and stunned.
There are no strings attached.
How the sound of one's insecurity dysfunctions another's quality tune.
Know we are to hear but don't have to do a cover.
Instrumental choice,
one's vision and dream.
Hear me sing,
then tune your cello's, guitars, and violins.
We'll take a chance on our stances in life.
Hear each other and play together.
For in the slightest way,
our beliefs,
are different,
though the sound,
can blend.

And therefore,
dreams never come true.
Never the slightest chance
we would laugh together.
Admonishing, threats, and loss.
It didn't have to be
while the clock was ticking.
Nothing meaningful outside
these rude clans.
Only would we cut our teeth as we spoke.
Never knew
bigots
would be able to rule.
And therefore this opportunity was nothing of what
I dreamed of.

Couldn't be around for all
that excitement.
1984
I was not here around.
For my time
has been wasted.
Mentally ill,
moods swinging every second.
If I were stable,
I would have no broken glass of beer bottles
on my floor.
My cigarettes would be unlit,
my bed would be made.
If I were still today a fallen angel.
Depressed,
and with broken wings while lacking a smile.
I can't guarantee I would be alive,
now I guarantee
If I were dead,
you will be able to move on
from the memory of me.
I promise.

Only way I forgive
is to step away.
Stand in the moonlight
and move to the darkened side of town.
They will never find me,
come to know
how they believe they own me.
I could never find
a place to stand
within the space or love.
Loneliness is a lesson
to teach us to take ourselves out
and find some ourselves.
I walked alone for months
on the streets of falling out.
Where then I met people alone
in the middle of the street.
I crossed at the crosswalk.
And here we met.
This is no comparison
but a story of staying out of
the streets of falling out.
Yes leaving you was hard.
The tears and pale skin showed.
Now we talk
but have moved on to others more like us.
We don't need to feel shame,
just know we were never meant to be.
They were not like the pedestrians who God put at the same sign.
One said Falling Out St.
the other said Forward Avenue.
Split and broken up,
but happy with sigh.
I walk with the ones I trust with a place for me to stand between
on Forward Ave.
This time my friends are not numbers.
We are family.
And we reside on weekends
in our little place
that holds us together.
Take a left out of
Falling Out St.
Turn right onto
Forward Ave.
And you will find
my family and I
deep
and meant
to be.

If only
if only,
I could take my
own hands.
If only
if only,
I could
reach into my
cranium.
Hold what has stopped me
and what is
*******
with my relationships.
Rarely,
they don't mind.
But if you do,
I cannot say I blame you.
How do I sleep?
I don't.
I can't.
It stops me.
And I pray before I lay.
It hasn't stopped you.
But if Lord and stars
refuse my prayer,
I will then just
hope
you are not
gone.

To act but to feel,
to want but to be hurt,
to remember so many happy times,
then the truth came along.
Go out and see the city lights,
holding hands despise the ***,
to be thankful of this gift of friends,
then everyone
is
dating.
Insecurity attacks,
I can't feel good about anything.
I want everything to be my way.
It never will,
I always thought I would find
someone perfect.
I thought it was him.
And then,
the truth came
along.

Getting up in the morning,
my highest strength indeed.
No one ever calls out to me
in great need.
Blown off every second,
knowing they are unfair.
Can't show this through tears.
Unaware that I care.
The people I now see,
willing to hear.
We are there to listen to
every story and fear.
Drinks and pills
not to define any of us.
Smoking and venting
because we trust.
Everyone of us has been beaten,
all shut down one of the yesterday.
Knowing and so close,
we just say
what we need
to say.

Ten seconds was plenty of
time for me
to change my mind.
The people I love today
who never knew then
feel the relieving emotion
of how I chose
to stay.
I lost my love,
I got pushed and stripped
of my control.
I grew very strong
I wrote out my heart.
I may have sobbed,
I may have thrown,
I may have sacrificed nourishment
and looked away.
It was time to open new doors
and let some in.
Certain possibilities revoked,
amending for easier ways to remain.
The scissors are now in the trash.
Others found their deserved love.
Moved on from the
threatening gang.
When we all let go,
we know it was not meant to be.
Happy memories
are not to present
what is no longer deserved,
but to put us back in our
best moments.
These moments I remember,
looking into people's eyes.
They fill with tears
after knowing I could have been
gone.
There would be no community of
laughter and love.
Nobody would have ever met
if I hadn't stayed.
Somehow I was stopped,
doesn't matter who or how.
You all made me happy
I stayed.

Rest,
hush,
go find you.
Loneliness is nothing to feel
ashamed of.
You are the first
who must give yourself
love.
Confidence is key,
friendliness is
unlocked.
You'll find yourself leaving a conversation feeling
so proud.
You were one who talked!
It may look easy to them,
but we're all different.
Being alone may feel awkward,
but I think it's confident.
Give yourself time,
and later you'll find,
your difference,
is a gift to the world.
Your circle will come around
and your social life will be founded
and twirled.

So now I must write.
I know I will win the fight.
Punching out emotion
blocking out bad thoughts.
Tell my paranoia to step off.
I am continuing to strive the things I love.
Comedy and poetry is my passion.
Nothing can cause me to start crashing.
I stand up,
never look down.
At anyone who cares
I am not a clown.
So I remove my big red boxing gloves from my tired hands.
I take a breath and lay down in my twin bed at night.
So tired from working all these things out,
I know I am winning this fight.
It can happen, I will make it.
The victory belt will reside in my room
and there be in my sight.
Everything will be
just fine.
It's gonna be alright.
Just gotta win the fight.
1
2
3
Ding!
Here I go
take over the ring.
Nobody against me
is ever going to own me!
Punch!
Bam!
Pow!
The referee hold up my arm.
I won!
So it's all on me now.
I can do this
be a leader.
Influence every fan of mine
whether a fan or
reader.
I'm not just a fighter,
I'm a believer.

So the response to my confessions
are how losers spoke to me
ten years ago?
I admit a mistake
and the head cases
look up but talk down.
Suppose it is not worth it anymore
to say what we need?
Don't bother making me look bad.
It is my job to be naive.
So Im done with them all now and forever.
And this conversation
is over.

Don't ever know the tide,
just by looking.
Do I dare go aboard?
Can I keep this friendship sailing?
By the comfort of my ocean,
near the dock at my home.
The ocean remains,
so theres always new sailors to
bond with.
So I'll get to know you
since when I'm alone on my sunfish
I see you on your opti.
Before you get on my ship
I'll bond with you
like we sailors do
and together we sail away
as friends.

When the depression  goes,
and I am not about to **** my dignity,
I don't care anymore,
and I feel like a Child.
When the people in my life,
surround me and trust,
I feel no pain,
and like a Child.
When I'm being forced,
and scolded with aggressiveness.
I back out,
and cry,
like a child.

At least a child learns.
At least a child is smart.
A child can forgive.
A child can pray.
A child will say.
A child will do.

When a person tells me
that I need to grow up,
I look at them back,
and I say,
"everyone has growing up to do."
To criticize our maturity.
To label us with shame.
We are all hypocrites.

As we see in others.
And observe,
like a child would.

It may be in the past,
Doesn't mean I'm not scared.
Could now be behind me,
Though anything could
Be put in front of me.

I try to let go.
I cannot forget.
My heart is pounding out of
My chest.
My body trembles and shakes
Like a loud maraca.

Will they come find me?
Do they remember what I do?
Will it get worse?

I know it's over,
But what are my consequences?
Lobotomy?
Death?

Stop it.
I'm fine.
Like everyone else,
I'm over it.
And now and forever,
It is in,
The past.

At least there's a sky,
Looking down at the managed
And mixed world.
Turning away
The blue and light felt clouds.
For to put on darkness,
Must we remember,
As we look,
To find our glittering stars.
One will fall,
So make a wish.
And
      Don't
              You
                    Ever
­                           Tell.
The secrets we keep,
For what we hope is never asked.
Hearing,
"How are you,"
Do we DARE
Speak the truth?
Does a child know
Why a parent had to go
Away?
Will the one with depression
Just admit they are
And not sugarcoat?
For a troubled soul
In life with a sweet girl
Drives the girl insane
And
       There
                She
                      Goes.
Not even a chance to make a wish,
She gets what she wants.
Her time,
Her space.
And nobody,
Can wish,
For her to feel comfort
And go back,
Again.

Those who give nasty looks
Choose to be rude
They read bad books.

Looking with dragon eyes
Knowing as they accuse
They hold the lies.

So look at me cross-eyed
So you dare.
Based on your integrity lacking
I do not care.

I look at you back
With a face in repair.
My eyes are strong
And they tell you,
So there.

It's never mind versus body,
It's never naked versus thinking,
How we stare at our project,
Put in a pill to clear the head.

Chemicals that slow me down
Physically.
Carbons that make me think
quickly.
You are right.

For my mind to be wise
And my baggage to be open carefully,
I'll find my concrete.

Run away.

From the possibilities that hurt,
Of who I'd potentially become,
Run and tire myself out of irritate.

But I can't
Run away
From you.

Tea lights will soon be strung,
Though romance is done
Our friendship has officially
Begun.

We two brightest bulbs in the bunch,
Know the limits now,
So we don't take a painful punch.

So we see,
So we hang,
So I remember your arm around me
And you remember how beautiful I
Sang.

Soon we go back,
And this is right.
Can't wait for you to come in
And see the strung up tea lights.

Each individual
Beaming little light
Will remind me of how
We decided
And and we two are very bright.

Love lasts,
Never labels of what we call.
Times change,
But staying friends is best of all.
Still here, still care about each other.
With a person like you,
I will never find another.

I wake up,
I put on my plaid,
I put liner on my eyes,
honestly, it doesn't look bad.
Its not about whats on me,
its what I do.
I may not always comprehend,
and I may not be a good friend.
I've let people down
so many times in my life
before.
Remember that I am only human,
and with times like these
there will be plenty more.
I say, I do, I misunderstand you.
You tell, You instruct, I say,
what the ****?
Now today I washed my insecure
and told me I love you.
I knocked the mental Stop Sign
down and out of my face.
No longer will people react to my
smartness by taking as a,
"Surprise! Happy Birthday!"
The liner on my eyes
shows no coverage, but
esteem.
Try a new guitar brand,
try a new flavor ice cream.
Theres so much more to life than
internships,
Co-ops,
and strawberry freeze-pops.
It's trying,
applying,
and learning.
So we deal with
the post-argument
and the popcorn thats burning.
As I grow,
I'll have you know,
the liner on my eyes,
Is supposed to show.
My quirky-artsistic me,
has so many better places
to go.
So I'll put on my liner,
I'll be myself,
and when I am,
DON'T EVER
tell me NO.

When she reaches out to him,
the girl who resigned
her compassion,
for me.
He keeps his integrity,
remains genuine, and keeps
his love,
for me.
I told her once,
what was a bother,
for me.
But they had such a connection,
perhaps a misunderstanding,
for me.
I feel hurt by how she touches,
shows him affection,
but no kindness nor affection,
for me.
Though their friendship is
only between them,
and to dictate,
is not,
for me.

Lying in my warm bed, awake.
The window next to me provides me light.
Can't even face my window and look outside,
The bad people come out at night.
My shaking in sweat hands and fingers,
Clutching my blanket.
My face in my pillow, hidden and buried.
The clock is ticking,
The room so dark and empty,
I'm still so worried, need to tell my
Paranoia, "I've had plenty."
But my mind won't listen.
Somebody is coming to get me.
This paranoia tricks me around.
My heart beats faster than the clock,
Can't breathe,
Can't think,
Of anything real.
Night passes,
Morning is here.
I'm bloodshot, pale, and sick.
You
Have no idea
How at night I freak of the someone out to get me.
And how scared I feel.

The image of food,
The desire for money.
I want to
Put on my fancy dress
With my favorite baseball cap.

I hurt nobody,
I mind my own business.
Deciding graciously
On what shoes
Are proper for where I'm walking.

I walk my neighborhood
With my dog by my side.
Taking care of a creature
Who has a tough life.

I run in the rain,
Freedom by the puddles
Left by the tracks
Behind me.
The few friends I have
And the man I love,
Understand oh so perfect.

I do, unique.
I do, peculiar.
I eat, what looks good.
I spend, carefully.
I wear, like me but a fun
Style.

I'm different.
So what?
I admire you, so what's so bad about me?
I do what I want.
I do what I need.
I do for others,
But first,
For me.

You know it's just a label.
Is it really meant to hurt?
Don't bother saying it,
You can just kick me in the dirt.

Give me an Orr.
Just something I can use,
To get away from my troubles.
I'll strengthen my arms,
To push the boat
And let my past be behind me
As I'm overruled
By current.

Give me a saddle.
And I'll need a horse.
To gallop me away
From the bugs who don't know
When to stop,
And the dogs who don't know
When to not come in.

Though the mail comes in,
I open my letter sitting at a wood
Table.
It is from a friend, who wants to know
How
I'm
Doing.
So they care about me.

Oh,
How could I ever leave?
I know I'm needed
And I need you.
I am not going to
Take you away from the world we love.
Through your love,
I'll stay.
I would rather go
On a boat and horse ride
With the people in my life.

And you'll need me
To pull you iut of the water when you drown.
And whenever you're up on the horse,
And you fall,
I'll be there to
Pick you up
Again.

So I guess
I will
no longer need to
protect you.

Though the war
out in the strangest world
is mistaken,
misunderstood,
mislead.

So I can now
sense that you would like me
to let you go.
Not forever
but some space in between
you and me.

I am not going
to put my arms around you
anymore.

My protecting you
is past.
It's a new situation
now.

Flip through every
friendship
like a Comic Book.

I
will never know
how I
became
the villain.

Did I really
say those things
in my word bubble?

I
try to see past
the dots
on the illustration.
The squares
present the scene
of the day.

The more comics
I collect,
the more chances
I get
at becoming
the Hero.

Believe me,
I'll protect you.
See the Hero
at the end of the
bonus collection.

That's me.
See how I
change.

Well who doesn't feel lonely somedays?
Oh,
That's right.
Everyone.
Don't you ever think
This popularity contest
Isn't pushing my buttons.
Push the button that says
Accept
And I won't be insecure.
Or,
Push the button that says
Delete,
But it's been pushed so many times
By so many individuals.
To the few
Who are a part of my life
Congratulations.
Looks like you
Have pushed
The Start button.
So we start a friendship,
And begin a family.
The popularity button
Is one that is not pushed.
But it won't last.
It can break my machine.
So why bother?

They will never
Say to you what they say to me,
Treat you the way they treat me,
Look at you
The way they look at me,
Feel like that
The way they feel around me.

Nervous, and scared is how they feel.
Treat me differently,
To you, their real.
Always giving your skills a try.
I'm happy for you
But that could be a lie.

You will never
***** it up like I do.
Embarass yourself,
See why they trust you.
Lose your temper,
It's never out of the blue.

I was given the gene
To give my anger a call.
Got so bad
I now lose it all.
Make you cry
At my vulgarity.
Never wanted to teach you that
Profanity.

They are never
Hesitant with you like with me.
Talking to you like a minor
Like with me.
Watching you impress
As I get frustrated
And cause everyone stress.

We two siblings
Nothing alike, not the same.
I play the role,
You play the game.
Sorry for my
Going insane.

Comparing us to the bible story,
You're Abel and I'm Kane.
My anger is no fuzzy sweater.
This is why you are better.
Forever they will see your presence
And feel relaxed.
They will see my presence,
And you will see my tracks.

Will be the point where I am
Out of your life and I am
Gone.
It will be forever
Won't be long.
Let's just try to get along.
Prove
That in your life
I belong.

When the negativity
feels
more like a disease.
When the anxious feeling
grows nasty
like an untaught being.
I'm a wrestler.
I'm a fighter.
I'm a master warrior.
This wooden block
can be chopped.
This chain
is unhooked.
I do
what's unique.
So don't
ever
try to stop me
again.