Why if so many people go through the same thing
Are we all alone

Why if so many people feel the same pain
Do we stay at home

Why if so many people feel incapable of moving
Is there not a cure

Why does this melancholy I feel
constantly disable me to heal

I get up and out
And try a new route
Only to find myself going in circles

Same pain
No gain
The mystery remains

Why we all  struggle with these emotional hurdles

We remember the bad to appreciate the good
that's what we do when you live in the hood

The sadness the pain, poverty and strain
can leave one to feel like life is insane  

But when you reflect on the bad,  
the things that you never had
  Appreciate what's right inside of your hand

whether a marble or a car
you done good so far

if you're doing better than you were

so remember the bad to appreciate the good whether or not you live in the hood

I wonder if poetry is as good when your happy
Lord knows it can usually sound quite sappy

Love and birds and clouds galore
Children's laughter and so much more

But for now I will write of my gruff and my grit
The stuff that's all made up of ****

Relationships , casualties and inner daemons
The thick in which remains of my dreamings

Paired with that of a guilty conscience
Can only leave me to sound obnoxious

The fumes to ruminate the life I once had
Of birds and clouds and things that were glad

For now I'm ok with the grit and the gruff
Because for now it is the truest of stuff

This view from my window
Its why I moved in

This view from my window
Has kept me in

This view from my window shows a world of hope
This view from my window disables me to cope

This view from my window allows me to stay inside
This view from my window
Allows me to hide

From the ouside world
Im kept safe inside
But it is from my inside that I must hide

Im pushindg and trying to get up and out
From this view from my window
Please let me out

Incapacitated,  rejected, scorned , and deprived
Of what this view from my window has on the other side

If my mind is my sickness
music is my cure

The fighting is easy
The laughter is hard
The road ahead is always so marred

With jealousy
And envy
And betwixt emotions

My life is a constant battle
Riptides tides of the oceans

What makes me happy?
I just don't know
I want it so bad
I want it to show

I want to light my own path
with fears far behind
To jealousy and envy I  will become blind

For The eternal light will begin to glow
so far and so bright
I'll never be alone

in the dark of the night
I will have with me, me
In spite of all the struggles
To thine own truest I will be

Love isn't how hard you can push or how loud you can yell
The words that can hurt or lies that you tell
Love is not the bruises on your arms and tarnished ego
Its not the threats to leave or vast upheaval
Its not a means to feel whole or in place of ones goal
I dont know what love is
But it's not this
So let me go