SPACE is ...

Somewhere I can be
Peacefully contented with my thoughts,
Analyzing whats wrong and whats right,
Correcting my own arguments and pride,  
Easing my heart from the pain inside.

What If one day
I Die
Would you cry for me?
Would you be happy that I'm gone?
Would you be free from the burden that I've caused?

Because to tell you honestly
I'm tired...I'm so... so tired of
Me being me
because being me is what you hate,
Its what stresses you out, and,
Its what you don't need in your life.

A burden, A mistake, A failure
Whatever I do... these words
are solid written in my face.
No amount of achievements,
accomplishments or solutions
can change your way of seeing me this way

Sad it may seem.
I can't change what you think of me
trust me, I tried, I tried so hard.

Simple words
are the ones I cherish
most dearly

Once I was occupied
with analitical deconstructions
which lead to no good

Now I see God everywhere
in little things, within
the corners of your
eyes, soulful
smiles

Mirror mirror on the wall
What is it that you see?
Say not but truth,  I need to know
What others think of me

Do they see my greying hair?
Crows feet about my eyes?
I'm asking you,  my hated friend
For mirror never lie

Perhaps they see a pitied soul
That life had rendered worn
Or do they see my lying grin
And eyes that spill with scorn?