To them what is a woman
Is a woman someone who does the chores
Is she the body for the seed to bore
Is she the image of a well defined man
Is she the ***** who will do all she can
Is she the one that must obey
Is she watching so far away

The shakes they happen when I have to go out
I just go with it

No one really knows my full story
They see what they think they see
They see confidence from their screen
They don't see the pain
The isolation
They see the smile I paint on
Ok some days I can feel happy
But I've had the realization I'm living with PTSD
It just hit me hard
I feel abandoned and that I'm trying to walk on eggshells
It's been challenging to be accepted as me
So I keep turning inward and being with my self

So many posts online on how to get the girl or guy
If the guy don't want me
I don't want the guy
Done wasting time
I'd rather be mine

How to keep the collective down
Feed them fear
Lies
Media drivel despise
Keep them low
Get them ill or create their sickness through the mind
Keep them powerless
You get what you tap into
Your cells are listening vibrating with frequency lines

Want to raise the collective up
Go inwards learn to discern
See the truth
Understand the illusions
See the circus and it's platform curtains
Open them
Draw them wide
Glow from inside
Shine your light
Bright!

Life is like a fairground
hall
of
mirrors
The
                distortions
The self
reflections
The clowns
The fear
images
The projections
The
illusions
The going in to find our way
out
The amusement
The minotaurs chasing after us to hunt us down until we learn to free ourselves from the self imposed inflictions on our own mind
The labyrinth
of
         this life

All in balance
I like to give and take in the bedroom
Take when I feel and give when I feel