Will I ever say it?
No.
Because I've accepted reality,
And the way it treats me.

Allowing happiness to seep in,
Little by little, change by change,
Made me treasure what's within.

No hate, no grudges, no pain, no lies,
Genuine care and love that never dies.

Relieved of anger, loath and paranoia,
My heart feels more satisfied and
My mind seems to guid better.

Rebuilding hope on life and faith in God,
Understanding that everyone is flawed,
Made me develop this kind and humble nature,
And honestly, nothing's greater.

"What are you so afraid of?"

"The light"

"Most would say the dark"

"Because they are afraid of being alone."

"And you're not afraid of being alone?"

"I find solace in the dark, at night.
Where hurt has no space to enter.
Where expectations are uninvited.
Where I can be alone, and not be afraid of it."

"But why the light?"

"Its when I can see."

"And that's a problem?"

"It is when you've seen to much."

Paint me.

Add color onto my purity.

Sacrifice your clean brush,
for an angry stroke of red.

Let the colors define your emotions.

Paint a strong current of blue to show me,
just how sad you really are.

Let the colors define you.

Let a little green in,
portray your caring heart.

Let me in.

Add a tinge of yellow around the corners,
holding onto that thin line of faith you still have.

Let go of yourself, artist.

Stipple white gently,
and match me.

Let everything you hold be free.

But remember to avoid black,
for it destroys a perfect painting.

But if you must,
then add black,

and destroy me.

I cannot explain this feeling.

It's almost deadly.
Yet,
Its the only thing that keeps me alive.

Like the devil,
That sees through my thin soul.
I know its bad.
Yet,
If feels good?

Like the sunlight burning through my skin,
Scarring my bones with its presence.
It's exciting, new and refreshing.
Yet,
It hurts with no warning.

Like a petal that's been tossed and turned in mud,
Heavy with negativity, erasing its identity.
It's wild and challenging.
Yet,
Its heart wrenching.

Like a caterpillar thats out of its cocoon,
Flying and scavenging through dark woods.
Its happy and its free.
Yet,
It's lonely and its fearful.

I cannot explain this feeling.
Its one without words.
Its one without expressions.
Yet,
Its one with feelings.

there was a boy
simple and true
once looked up to the night sky
and saw the elegant moon
he stared to the celestia
and started to dream
when i grow up
the moon i shall redeem

i said to my father
father, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
father chuckled and laughed
and hit me in the rough
and said
son, you cannot grab the moon

but the heart of the boy
was yet unwavering
and his dream lived on

i saw my sister and said
sister, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
sister simply smiled
and said it's impossible to be done
so my dreams have now been derailed

doubt now entered his heart
and sent his dreams apart
but looking forward he sees
this dream is only for him

i saw my teacher and said
teacher, when i grow up
i shall grab the moon
then teacher did
what my father had done
and said
boy, your dream cannot be done

the boy now lives today
with his dreams shattered so soon
and now will he be known
as the boy who did not grab the moon