What's Wrong With Me

Questioning ink, Spell-flowing in poetry climate. In one with the keyboard, Figures know my entire thought. Afraid at times, Will I cross the line, Of knowing the riddle of the emotional tow in life. "Why" was my greatest cry, Understanding seem farther yonder. Everyday, Knowledge comes in unity within me. Peace of accepting the real, Past- Because of many journeys into the looking glass, Mirror man cannot deceive, Not eye to eye, Seeing the truth, Me. All start with this man, Smiling laughter, What's wrong with me? Been there in my own way in life, AND, I care, So scroll is my friend, Passing compassion along to others-