I rasp my mind around these thoughts.
Weeping willows wallow in self doubt.
Finding one's own grievances to mask others charades.
I bring my hand to the face of a believer.
Just happens to be my own;
quickly, I realize that mine is masked by tears and a frown.
Tirelessly gripping my imprisonment.
Unable to remove what has been given to me.
Mistaken as I am.
The mask goes deeper than my core,
could I possibly of built this face for myself?

*****.
What are you thinking.
are you so unaware of what is here.
what the **** are you thinking.
It's crazy to think what you think.
nothing.
I've told you it all already,
how can you say you don't see;
dense maybe.
that's too kind, I mean obtuse or impaired maybe mentally *******.
something must be wrong with you.
I'm happy that it's over.
just ****** for how spineless you are and only thinking of yourself.
grow up and use your words.
Don't spew out ******* I want the truth.
Don't spare feelings just speak the despair.
Don't waste more of my time saying you're crying,
because I've wasted too much time caring.
I'll find someone to care just like I do.
where you can find someone to hide with knifes just like you do.
Watch me as I walk away.
Because at least when I do you will get to see it.
*****.

You know what fear is?
Would be a grand expression.
Girl, you are the only one that I fear.
and I am everyone's greatest fear.
Sorry to say but you do not fear me.

The fear runs underneath every word that trembles out.
Perhaps the mumbles are my stifled voice.
Grasped by an ever clenching throat.
Each "I'm here" fills my lungs with another desperate breath.
I approach my foggy glass door smiling at your ghostly shadow.

My flesh does not peal back nor blur into a gnarly wound.
Scents of plush comfort and feeling of opiates flourishing.
Granting my hemoglobin, plasma, and marrow.
One does not fear ones flesh but the eagerness to provide.
Fearing not the donor but the blood they give.

Pledging to yawn and inhale your tranquility
while expelling my own insanity

Give me harmony and I will build.
Tranquility will grasp hold of life;
only taking what only peace can give.
Building a life.
Give me life before you take my harmony;
Happiness will prosper.
Leave me happy.
Harmony and I will build.

Pleasure will corrupt my mind,
telling fancy tales of delight.

Let me take hold a smile,
and my fancies will make it glow.
Life grant me what I plead,
Harmony to build with.