A Piece of Mind

My explanation for my insecurity, in a secure society might still not be clear to me. Even though I’m status quo, my mirror still lies to me I’m not who I see, its what I portray, its what I silently say, like committing suicide in a less violent way. Americans have to pray that children don’t grow be to gay, they’d rather grow to be fake You can stunt growth but you can’t take it away, God creates images of himself, but why do you feel the need to help, makeup and magazines can hide it well, but one day every person has to face themselves, society cries to them, and science lies to them, tell that the true beauty lies in those that deprive of them, their pursuit of happiness, thoughts of irony get unwrinkled by textual ironing, its tiring to be the only one who sees my eye of things. I cry tears into a bucket and make my way to the church pour them into the holy water now finally everyone can feel my hurt, papers the only thing that will ever feel my words, i define my passion, it’s a love it’s a drug, it’s a must, it’s a trust, a rose bud that rose above the rest. I see the future being bright because im a visual indivdual. I feel like Im the only one who sees the answer like god enscribed it into the inside of my eye-lids, I sob poeticly instead of crying, and learn from dreams cuz real life is lying...