I can't write what I feel,
Not even if I want to,
Accept what you get from me,
Because the rest will horrify you,

I can't write how I feel about love,
Or how I think that its all just a fairytale,
Accept the smile that I can give,
Because the rest will drive you away,

I can't write about my emotions,
Or how I battle with all that is inside,
Mixed up into a constant frustration,
That always puts me on the brink of going mad,

I can not tell you everything you want,
Just accept what you only see,
I assure you its for the best,
To let the rest of me be,

The malady

Knocks on my door
             The hall is empty and bleak
Dark doors keeping secrets
            I tape a spoon against a wine glass
Its plinks sings from room to room
           Looks for and outlet
           Settles like dust on book shelf
As residues of unspoken words
            I hear children in the street jubilant voices
Pain subsides
Get out of my chair slowly, a battle won

Buy me ripped skinny jeans
And feed me LSD
Maybe then I'll be happy

Earlier this night I traveled down memory lane
Please call my friend Mary Jane
She'll help me forget

I'm in this ****** life I know I'll never win
Unless I get my veins full of heroine  

I don't even know how to keep myself sane
Without a hit of *******

All I ever wanted was to leave behind a legacy
But the thing is I no longer feel the ecstasy
That's supposed to be lingering in my ways

I'm in no position to pretend that I'm holy
Especially when I'm always seen
With my good friend Molly

Cause who am I to avoid all this
I'm just a sad lonely teen
Feeling psychedelic

Lines like luscious lips
That twist and tangle around my mind
Kissing my senses and igniting my inspirations
I play with your words
Day and night and fight my loneliness
My greatest strife
Fantasies tantalize the lids of my eyes
The stories
The raw emotions
Oh how I love the  poets