Am I a monster of mentality
A sad little sonnet of dramatic lust and hate
Silly little sweat stories
Sugar coated with happy endings
Servant of the fairy tale
And the concepts of karma and fate
Progress said the sun
As it burned and dried my flesh
Cry said the river as it flooded threw my lung
Flow said the heart drained of all its blood
And sing said the bird who has never hurd a song sung
I do not know the difference
From my personality And a flaw
A riddle or a rhythm from a man without a drum
I can cut my eye's from the reflection in a mirror
But to slit my wrist I find less fulfilling then some
Im lost in a mystery yet to be solved
But im more normal the person who picked up this page
Im disturbed by the miseries that swallow my surroundings
Yet im content with the thought of learning with age
Suttle little thing
Walking along
Coat cloaked to the skin
Like a shield of armor
Fake smile
Rosy cheeks
But little do you see
Or should I say
Little have you looked
Morbid little thing
Bones rattled with anger
Skin crawling with silly little hate
Scary little thoughts run threw the mind of the child who walks gently across the street
But little do you know
Such a sweet little thing
Smiles when you wave her across the road
Catches that paper as it falls from the arms of an old man
Moves out of the way of every little stroller
Or gramma with a shopping bag
But little do you know
The mind of a child with such a sweet smile
Until you do you know
And its to late.