Outside, I'm a genius.
Through the other side,
I'm actually just filled with
random ideas,
unpredictable madness,
sudden need of freedom
from this crazy kingdom.
I want to fly,
but when I look at the sky,
I only can dream to try.
Filling up my head with loneliness,
a subtle touch of hollowness,
in this empty harness
trying to protect my fears
from the curse.

Sometimes, I write to
laugh,
but other times I write to
bluff. Thinking about the
cage I left, before I felt
bereft.
Increasing years, only
gave me tears to race
on my cheeks,
with techniques
of continuous
streaks.

If you know why, then
don't cry.
You say we should help,
but make me feel like
crap.
What a **** shame,
getting the blame,
adding fuel to the flame.

They say help me, I need
answers.
I reply,
find out your true weakness,
chase the light
in the darkness.
Surely, an impossible feat,
but beat me to it,
you'll know what to do when you meet it.

Intensive writing,
calm thinking.
Release the thoughts of prison,
the world would surely be
in unison.
A fool I am,
yes.
But an idiot I am,
it does not represent my crest.

I see you, across the ocean, waving hands to someone new.
It's such a different feeling to be crying instead of lighting,
no fighting. Yet, you appear calm, face not sour like a plum.
How do you do it? I need not get a reply for my rhetorical need.

Money, is said to solve problems of all
kind
but it also can cause conflicts of any
kind.
With money, comes power
with power, comes greed
and it is with greed, that you fall off the tower.