The Unknown

The unknown Like a morbid claw death's grip is placed over me. Like a cat with nine lives. I search for serenity. A pace were I can clear my mind, and focus on the me I need to be. Holding back a life unknown to few. Were parasites live hoping i wont unleash the truth. Holding back a life filled with abortions so mis- trusting in the man I need. He watches my eyes watching his eyes, filled with infidelity. It's always me, working, striving, steadily surviving. This life placed in front of me. Wondering how they wear those phony smiles. While they secretly envy me. Talking behind my back, twisting up the facts of what they thought they knew. Concentrating on the past. Scared to look forward relying on the false truths. There parents bore through there impartial minds. But it's time to give in. Because the unknown always remain unknown.