Disrupted Soul Jan 19 2011

Many would say I am widely misunderstood, and I am considered a highly desirable malfunction. Nobody knows where I've been or what I've been through, but in my final hours there will be a complete distraction. So much knowledge is trapped, in the inner depths of my hell! I can't sort through the memories that trigger my pain, so I hide inside my exterior shell. How do I turn down these voices, that loudly run through my head. They send me into a full blown rage, I wish I could silence them instead. I cry so many tears in the dark, the frustrations drops me to my knees. Who do I do will all that I need to say, I open my mouth and suddenly I freeze. Tossed away like a bad habit, it's like I'm looking in from a distance. I'm standing unseen in the background, and my body is stuck in a trance. If my mind was on right, I wouldn't feel the confusion that weakens my brain. There's so much jumbled memories I don't understand, but this pain I feel will always remain.