Im going on a walk.
Im sorry but I really don't want to talk.
If you don't let me go, Im going to miss it.
Your words don't really fit.
To much! your saying to much!
Let go! please don't touch!
Im not mad,
But I feel real bad
Just let me go on the walk.
I cant talk,
I cant know whats wrong if you don't let me look,
I will tell you whats wrong when Im done with the book.
Let me decipher my feelings
Before I cry with no reasons.
My heart is fading like the changing of the seasons,
Growing cold.
Im becoming winter.
Feel my veins harden and become the branches
Of a frozen tree...
Brittle...
Feel my hands stiffen and die.
Like the baby birds who couldn't stand the cold
Feel my eyes dim just as the ice on a pond will frost over.
And I will be frozen, lost with my lonely wilderness

Shh.
Let me listen to the silence,
Give my brain some space.
I can't hear what I feel
So I don't know what my
Heart is telling me.
Let me walk through the rain,
To help wash away the debri inside of me,
So I can think.
Let each drop
Distract each thought
Till everything I have thought up
Has been washed down.
Give me no reason but one to be happy,
I don't understand the negativity
You hand out like lollipops
And inject like a heroic vaccine  
Into the arms of those infected
With joy, peace, and laughter.
Bad blood donated to make a nation of bland,
Where every one is an emotional-*******...
Shh! Do you hear that?
It's my heart,
Speaking through the silence
Saying, there has been no conclusion
To my feelings
So mind whats left of your manners
And let me finish my story.

The feel of each indented letter
And coffee bean
Vertically down the mug
Is a feel I will always remember
The darkness I would open the upstairs door to
Unless I took the downstairs door
Which was illuminated by the laundry light
Is a dark and a light I will always remember
The way I flipped on the far light switch
Instead of the one nearest to me
Instinctively
Is a way I will always remember
The sun setting walk down my street
To my house
Is a walk I will always remember
I always wanted to run
But my feet kept a walking pace
The pain from falling from a tree
I always climb
Is an pain unforgiving but in all understanding
These things have to happen

I will bite my tongue
Rather than explaining
Your flaws
Because you would continue
To look through me
And ignore my attempts to better the team
I will take a bullet to the heart
Before ever mentioning your ignorance
Or revealing your arrogance
You have shown me my goal was pointless
You have taught me that to meet your standards
I was never going to be good enough
Well I have had the opportunity to be coached
By real coaches
And taught to play real soccer
Im sorry to say you have taught me Childs play
And forgery of the most cultural sport in the world
You disgrace the term soccer coach
Im quite disappointed in you all
But despite my pure dislike of you
I will sign your thank you cards
With a thank you for the lesson and
Experience

What I thought before was wrong
I am not who I thought I was
I am not the description written on my toy box
Nor am I made up of the ingredients on my label
I am not just some appetizer set on the dinner table
I am able
To discover the truth
That has been diluted by all the lies
By all the bad guys wearing superman suits
And batman capes
People with big money
And big plans
But also
With enormous ego, greed, and whats it called
Private agendas
I may be an environmentalist
But the earth needs it
Our type of green
Has spilt the red that circulated men
It has erased species from our books
But not our history
We always have to have an enemy
But while we are picking our fights with all the wrong people
And nations
We have yet to realize
The only war we really need to be involved in
Is with ourselves
And we do not have to right to fix other nations
Until we have fixed our broken mixing ***

The blood stained story
Is written in ones lonely tears
It speaks of all her engrossed fears
Over her lost years
That fell to her sorrow
She was scared of people
Not strangers or men with guns
But people as their everyday self
The people that hide behind elephant hide
That use me like a guide
They have lied
As if a lie were written in black and white
As if truth were so bright
Then maybe she might
Find a new way to take flight
And soar upon the night
As if she were that light
She is weighed down by good intentions
Train stations filled with the drought of love
And way
So many have lost their way
Just as she has
A sad blood written story
But stabbed with truth
It seems more satisfying
Than terrifying
She doesn't know what she is saying
In this sick game we've been playing