I could trade in my life for your pain

But how do i know you will do the same?

Bounded by the shackles of what people think and say

You wonder why i am not as close to you as once before & why around you i refuse to stay

I could say “go look in a mirror”

& ask “Is that the same person you remember?”

But instead i rather just walk into my own light where i can live forever

A wise man once said “it is up to one’s self in order to make things better”

I guess that explains why there is no sunshine in this cold weather

I finally realized the key to these shackles was always in my pocket

I fly out of the nest prepared to take on everything as i tell my self “i got it”

I rather be this enigma if i have to change for you to accept me

Blind to the portrait that this society has designed for me to see

I realize now all i really have is my small circle of friends and devoted Family

shoutfortheday:

sometimes I feel like
my thoughts are so loud
you can hear them

I have to whisper
the words in my mind
to you, always you 

Happiness is contrived as if being with someone makes you happy

When all awhile true happiness is defined by the self

Be someone that makes you happy

Do not let anyone make you believe it is not okay to be happy as who you are

inkandglory:

I have friends.

All good people.

Wouldn’t trade one

for ten,

And so on.

But I’m not sure

How many I’d call

Genuinely

‘Good men’.

You follow?

And that starts me thinking

In moments alone

Am I, then?

Do I know?

I woke up to a world where i was not accepted

It seems me and this world really are not connected

I find it hysterical how everyone is looking at a fragment of the big picture

Those are the same people who have trouble looking into the mirror

It makes me sick to the point where i want to vomit my verses

It seems my voice can’t reach you or else you would acknowledge the words that fly out of my mouth are curses

How can we be so accepting of insignificant matters?

Yet at the same time we fail to help those that truly matter

We hurt the people that care the most

We care for those that simply brag and boast

Where is the line between justice and insanity?

I guess the fall into this abyss of chaos is just the beginning as onlookers we can only see

I rather stand on the last strip of land with all those you proclaim to be “different” & “odd”

Because those are the people i will always stand for day in & out

It’s funny how only few people know the true you and what you are all about

The irony that without money we would all be rich

Instead of truly seeking peace we point fingers to label who is the snitch

What team is there when everyone acts the same?

Yet for being different like many others i am “lame”

Within these words maybe someone will find the truth

The pain from the heart is the proof

My only goal is to make difference

To those who truly acknowledge that being different is fine within their existence

The complications of fitting in seem to have divided us all

So tell me who is right and who is wrong?

Is it the people that wake up to a reflection they recognize in the mirror?

Or the people that wake up smiling but what they see is a stranger?