We are living in a hypocritic
Hyperbole
Of disordered order
Where wise men wonder
And the politicians wander
Liars prevail
While the truth falters
This thought must weigh a ton
Maybe scares you to death
But you're a part of the program
Too valuable to be left

It seems we get stuck in thought patterns

Of self destruction
Giving in

We tell ourselves we are small

Trapped by our looming minds
Not Knowing

We are the ones in control

Though thoughts can be changed
It seems

We forget our self worth under the shadow

Our minds playing tricks on us
It’s relentless

Changing our minds not like flipping a switch

It takes insurmountable effort
Changing thoughts

We are the combatants of our minds

Don’t be controlled by irrationalities
Face reality

We are of immeasurable value

Make sure your thoughts reflect
Your self-respect

Everyone has dreams
Profound in nature
Or profoundly meaningless
Some only wake from them
While others awaken

Lies give birth to lies
And through admittance is redemption
You can live with the past
Or be miserable in the present
You can wear those red ribbons
Wrapped tightly up your wrist
Or you can shed the pain
But the temptations hard to resist
A lies easier to speak
But harder to live

Some might think I’m crazy
To bad I’m a lunatic
It’s funny they all misperceive me
They see the weird looks
And all the time I’m writing to myself
“They misjudge me”
And only if they knew
I’m much worse off then they think
But only by their perception
Because I’m happy being insane
See everyday is different
And when I see them I think
“These people must be insane”
They treat everyday as mundane

This is unpleasant to admit
But the pleasantries have lost meaning
Without you
I was falling apart at the seams
Though now it seems I will survive
But what is surviving
other than just waiting for Death
And as of late it feels he comes knocking often
Though I don’t know why
because my doors always open
The draft I let in feels all too familiar
It’s that Mother Nature temptress beckoning me
Yet the view from my window will have to suffice
But my blinds are always drawn
The light from your window is too bright
It seems as of lately I am flipped inside out
And the world around me is all in my mind
Which is funny
because now I always seem lost
My sense of direction seems to be thrown off
But I never really go searching for anything
Yet things still manage to find me
It’s funny how all this is because you left
Please don’t misinterpret what I am saying
I really do like it here where I am at
But things get complacent
here in my brain
It’s not like it was when our heads were together
You see
now I am spiraling out of control
Things do look interesting when I am spinning though
But all of that spinning sometimes makes me sick
And a trip to the doctor is out of the question
This isn’t simply a problem medication can fix
Anyway it’s not like I am broken
But I am sure you of all people can understand that
After all it was you that did this to me
Although surely it wasn’t on purpose I guess
You couldn’t have known that I’d be stuck in this mess