| Poem: |
THE THOUGHT OF BRINGING ON DEATH WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEAD. NOT JUST BECAUSE YOU SAY IT IS IN MY HEAD WILL IT GO AWAY. YOUR TRUTH TOWARDS ME IS THAT YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THAT I CAN LOOK AT YOU AND LOVE YOU WITH THE SAME BREATH HATE YOU AND WILL NOT SHOW IT. THE DARKNESS OF THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD ARE REAL AND BRING ON THAT NIGHTMARE THAT CAUSES ME TO RAGE. MY TRUTH IS THAT I AM SICK, SICK OF EVERYONE TRYING TO CONTROL MY THOUGHTS . MY TRUTH IS MORE REAL THAN YOU ALL WOULD LIKE IT TO BE.YOUR TRUTH ONLY REAL WHEN I AM MANIC, NOT BECAUSE OF ANYTHING BUT THAT I AM MOVING AND TALKING. YOUR TRUTH IS NOT WHAT IT IS REALLY, MY TRUTH IS THAT I AM OKAY WITH THE FACT THAT A HUNDRED THINGS CAN RUN THOUGH MY HEAD AND STILL BE THINKING OF NOTHING. THAT I CAN STARE AT YOU AND BE LOOKING AT NOTHING. THAT I CAN BE HAVING A CONVERSATION AND HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WAS SAID, THAT IS MY TRUTH. SO WHAT IS YOURS?... |