The abstract side of life

as I look away from the mirror I see tht it was really all of me no longer do I hide the pain tht was once inside ,the tears no longer visit ,my heart no longer in tact y shld I live wen I rather die...... does my poetry sound insane look at me I'm becoming sane even though I gain nothing from this I still try not to look insane crying is now another form of dying so Wat's the point in trying if I keep on crying...... do my words have u in content because the pain which is in my heart yearns for ur compliment but still I try to surprass myself from all other odds..... including u

look how I have changed no longer rearranged still somewhat the same even though the pain still is in vain I try to over look the hurt an shame but my society always tells me different how I'll never amount to its standards... have I gone off course... have I left u with no remorse ,do the fears u see intangle thee... for I see no one quite as me....

as I look over my life I see where I have survived no longer do I see my pride its something more tht I see it's that beautiful side of me.... the side I don't let free because Ik what kind of demons are with in me.. I am the monster tht they fear of I am the visual tht I see of but if I let ppls Images of me get inbetween will I then be free it's all tht I yearn for in my dreams so far fetched but so close to my reality don't make me see my actuaitly

as we look around ourselves we see so much but do we see the pain tht we have put so many ppl through I ask myself tht everyday before I rest sometimes I get no reply sometimes I understand y

As the words escaped from her mouth I Cld finally tell life is unfair life doesn't care about me it just files me in a certain category but Wat us life if I find no happiness is my life there to only give