Thrown in the wall like a Murphy bed, Kept secret, dust swept under. Covered up with makeup, Stop this needless violence. BLEGH!

It eats away. A metaphoric cancer. Diagnosis confirmed. Enclosed, can't escape. It's all in your head, Invisible hands around your throat. Tingling sensation, Like an ant army crawling. Breathe, just breathe. Lung hesitation, heart stutter. Rapid heartbeat, Waves of fear consume me. Drowning in self-doubt, Can't breath, all are staring. Reaching hands to anyone, Knowing they won't reach back. Sanity isn't concrete. Everyone's there, I'm just blind to help. It's inescapable. It's all in your head. No one can calm you down. They say... When will this end, Will it ever?

Counter-Stike. Push them back. Overwatch. Bodies now stack. World At War. They're on their knees. Bad Company. Execute with ease. Lone wolf slayer, Lack communication. Shadows the objective, Leaves us pushing up daises. Darkside of D.C.

There's your social cue, Now put on your veil There n wait for the Applause sign to alight. But they see through it, Tired of your verbal litter. You are the archetype of conformity, Just rip off the mask and live authentically. Placed into, this new world divide. Taught by a infinite feed of keysmash. Skip the horse, let's beat the stable. Ophidian skin shed in public, Not the facade you hide behind. Your life is fleeting, take a hold of it Before you die a fucking counterfeit.

Little good, over abundance of baggage. Melting ever so slowly, So much hidden, Under a thin horizon of confidence. A mask of happiness, I wear to make others smile. Enough of these metaphors for sadness. Vulnerability can feel to risky, Do you really want to truth? Human complexity is much more interesting, Than a one dimensional being. No more floating aimlessly, You have purpose. Find it. Find it. Find it.

Taking for granted something so fragile, Everyday life is brushed over and over. Horrific event connects this fact, Cervine human stands in fear. We have become a country of anti-unity. Standing together is obsolescence. Things can mend over time, give it a chance. The past is just the past. We figure it out without an image, Blacked out and blurry, Time; configure. Another perfect bloody butcher begging under broken bridges, Television person dinner sucking bony fingers licking, Rotting prison people missing breathing in other places, Piggy bastards waving batons swinging violent into faces. Built to adapt heightened senses,

Ambulatory when awake, Heavy eyes, fallen into a state of REM. Subconscious starts flooding in. Images on sealed darting eyes. Timed pendulum holds my life in oscillation. Not moving, unable to speak. Asomatous in this life, floating spirit; paralyzed. Full body punch turned anemic. Stuck in place running away, Darkness tearing at light.

Raised by a welcomed stranger, No family. It benefits me. Don't worry we know all. Destroy for the greater good. Luciferous man, Scratches insane scripture. Less of a religion more of a cult. Kept within the walls, A moral reassessment, A social reinvestment. Always hide, dig in deep. Raised by No family Don't worry Destroy for the greater Heavy breathing lies, Heavy breathing falsify. Sucking on the cocks of false fucking gods.

You're all a bunch of faith healers. Oh my lack of god, Pray for me to get better. And I'm the insane one for not believing? How can I believe in what no one's ever seen? There is nothing here for me. Tell me how do you sleep? Prophet from misery. You are the disease. Everyone is guilty.

It’s the way I say things sometimes that hurts other people's feelings. It’s the way I say things sometimes that makes them wonder if I even care. But I do care, I really do. I’m just afraid. Afraid of the impressions that I’ve made and making the same mistakes, and acting fake. My mind just won't stop thinking about the pain that I caused and what the right thing to do was. I think about that a lot and if I can ever get my past back. Sometimes I wish I could... but I can’t. Why can’t you just accept me for who I am? I’m sorry for who I was back then. It can’t be over, we’ll miss all the fun. It’s not the work I did but the work I haven’t done that makes me wonder where the day has gone. It seems like yesterday that we were both just kids and it really didn’t matter what either of us did. Because I know I could get it right if only I had the time. I’m just not good at expressing myself and the way that I feel. Because I’ve been hurt and I still have a long way to heal. Or maybe I am healed and it just left a scar, a sign, and a mark. Something that says where I from, how I was raised, and how far I’ve come. But you act like the person I am is not the person I should be. And I’ll tell you something: It used to bother me. But then I started thinking for myself and I stopped wishing I was somebody else. You see, everything, is open for interpretation and so is what to do in any situation. We forget there is no one true method and all we know is what’s generally accepted. And as much as I try I just don’t get it. I know it doesn’t appear like I’m doing anything. I’m 27 and I don’t really know where my life is going. I can’t afford much more than gas in my car. And I used that gas to explore the open road I really didn’t know where I would go when I left my life to find my home. I was cold and I was alone and I found answers to most of my questions. I found courage and I found what real work is. I found that I was actually good something: one thing, writing... performing... Storytelling... And I found a place with people like me: With writers and poets, and singers and prophets. So you see, I do want to be accepted, I really do. I do want to be accepted. Just not by you. Not by someone who believes what you do. The thing is, you don’t have to like everything about everyone. But you do have to show them love. That's it.