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What a mess life is
Causing chaos in this abyss
Thrashing sounds I can feel in my skin
A disastrous earthquake from within
Tornadoes taking what was left
Some days it feels warm
Other days there's a storm
I love the rain
When it feels like an embrace
Sometimes it'll become superior and I feel that it looks down on me with disdain
This ache in my chest
It doesn't separate me from the rest
Sometimes it gives me stress
Sometimes I become a mess
Down
Breaking bad
Thoughts of what I could've had
Born in a life
I've always felt that I didn't belong
Longing for people that will understand and won't do me wrong
But that's all I've ever found in the crowd
Blurred faces in tight spaces
They're all I see now.
Everything I build shatters like glass
Held a building without foundation and it collapsed
The shell I use to protect my delicate heart
Is made of porcelain but it still breaks apart
Maybe someday they will call me as I am
Maybe someday I will be seen as a man
Maybe someday I will have the physique I've been working towards
Maybe someday I'll be able to leave it behind and move forwards
I am an Artist
We love to paint the sky
I am an Artist
We love to design
I am an Artist
We express what’s on our mindI am an Artist
I am an Artist
We love to paint the sky
I am an Artist
We love to design
I am an Artist
We express what’s on our mindI am an Artist
Life can be crazy
So enjoy the ride because
The twists and turns are full of wonders.
Life is just mediocre.
It's dumb to say that
Tough love?
Maybe love is too tough.
Or is it too much ?
I feel like your against me
More than for me.
Your best punishment
Is my worst punishment.
Poetry seemed easy;
A simple rhyming, kiddy-scheme.
If you look a little closer;
You'll find out what they might really mean.
So, You Should Never Read Poems With Your Eyes Closed.
O cherry-red thing of stark outline,
access to the vault of portals sublime.
O indulger of my every mood
A constant reminder of my should’s and do’s.
