My mess
by avianrex

I write what I feel in my heart and think in my head and it comes out a mess.
Jumbled somewhere between me and the keyboard.
I want the world to see me but I want to hide.
I want them to realize what they have done,
but I want to stay in my shadow.
I hurt and it dosen't stop.
I cry, and they see and hear.
They can't help me the way I need help.
Life keeps going and I get lost.
Back and forth I always get confused.
I'm alone inside my shell.
My own personal hell.
What do I do, Where do I go?
Sometimes I just don't know...
So I disappear, into a world of words and pictures.
A world inside my head.
Deeper each day, I'll soon be away.
Lost in my other realm.
Where I'm what I feel,
not what you see,
where I'm me.
I try to interact with the world.
Any joy I feel is too soon crushed beneath the wheel.
It rolls right past,
and I wonder if I will be the last.
Left standing in the shadows.
I keep moving forward to the light.
Doing what I think is right.
Shoved back with each step I take.
To late, I stand at a gate and wait.
It's just fate.
I'll try, cry, and eventualy die.
But why?...