I want it to flow and be beautiful.
But, it's not and I cannot help it.
I want to know who I am
But I don't
I don't even have a clue.
I get so mad that my rage causes me nothing but embarrassment
fixes noting.
Lost-Lonely-Anger-Rage-Whiplash-Weep-Apologize.
It's a cycle.
So, words loose meaning.
Why the hell are you still here? and You? and You?
Merely thinking of your kindness depresses me.
Why can't I hold it together?!
If I didn't tell you, you'd never know.
My smiles hides it well.
But, it's not and I can't help it.
I want to become
I want to be
happy
complete
beautiful
Yet
real
sunshine89
