Afraid to admit the truth, yet when he do
Judgmental eyes stare him down.
She can’t control what’s in their minds
So she dwell in the shadows and remain shallow.
In due time both will climb
From the warmth of darkness embrace.
Hoping they would’ve forgotten by now their flawless flaws and disgrace.

I have everything compared to some and nothing compared to most.
My mood doesn’t fit my personality;
My shoes are ******* gross.
My name shout “stranger!” to the mind.
My fist cause danger all around.
My hairs uneven (I never cared) and my styles the symbol of “the weird.”
I have everything compared to some and nothing compared to most.
In this body I’m a guest; and a stranger stranger is the host.

I was born near the end,
thrown into the middle, and convinced I’m a sin.
I never belong anywhere,
but somehow I’m always here.

A canvas, Acrylic, brush, and pain.
The artist is simple morbidly sane.
Red for anger, love and hate,
Purple for royal, grey for straight.

Layers and layers devour me
concealing what I dare not see.
Despite protest, despite proof,
I'm buried alive despite the truth.
A bold face warrior holding back the past;
a cold case murderer molding up the  mask.