How Do You Feel?Currently I Feel like,I'm a sailor lost at seaa prisoner dying to be freedA withering flower loosing it's seedsa grumpy old woman regretting her deedsIn the future, I aspire to feel like,an ambitious girl following her dream,the wife of a man to whom she's a queen,an open book with no secrets in between,a wise lady with the spirit of a teen.
See What I SeeLook through my eyes,and see what I see.The whole world beyondis a complete mystery.I hardly know others,and I know myself even less.The light and dark mergeto become complete emptiness.I've been using art to ventthrough all of this confusion;The colors, words and musicseem almost amusing.Yet, even though,these artistic talents show,the rest of me is stilllocked up inside the shadows.People keep sayingthat they know me very well.Could they truly know morethan even I can tell?If I had a chanceto look through others' eyes,would I see many truthsthat I've been thinking were lies?And if there are otherswho are more confused than meI would let them look through my eyesto see what I see.
BipolarI love black and you like whiteI love gangsters, you hate fightsI hate mainstream and following trendsAnd you make fake promises with your so-called friendsYou said I was cruelI thought it was a lieYou told me you hate meI don't even know whyI told you you're crazy and I said, "No offense,But all the words you sayJust don't make any sense."You see everything in black and whiteAnd said there's just no hopeYou thought it's better to just end it allAnd hang yourself with a ropeI said go, whatever, I would never tellBut promise me you won't blame meOnce you see the gates of hellYou hate rainbows and flowers and other stuffs I likeI hate you and your ego and your ever present prideYou said emotions are for the weak; for those people like meI said masks are for cowards, like you, can't you see?Behind the façade, you can cryBehind those walls, you can't lieBehind that mask, you're just a small little boy,Who feels so weak and helpless when the bullies take his to
SadistI hear your cries but ignore the pain in your eyesI see you cringe when I come near nothing so sweet as the taste of your fearMy precious not even death do we partI will forever be here that dark twilight stain on the bruised flesh of your heart--FLAME