Fallen

i walk down the street and stop at the bus stop i post one of my poems for all to see ;what do you think of me; ;am i freak or am i oh so cool; ;dressed in black am i tiger or a pussycat; am i scary or am i normal? read my words and you will see the deeper soul burns within me my heart starts to bleed i sit at home paint my self portrait i skip down to the art gallery as the rain smacks against the concrete i post my portrait at the entrance door do you want more you can see more reality in this piece than anything that lies beyond this door i sit on the floor waiting for your reaction your eyes are pickin me apart painfully slowly the passers fail by emotion too wrapped up in thier days in God and man we shall trust for our tides are too wrapped in darkness