I think in rhymes and melodies. I think in anger and in hate. I think in lust and in love. I think in pain and in numbness. I think in blood and in sin. I think in light and in dark. I think in Heaven and in Hell. I think in ink. Everything that passes through my head is written down. My dream and nightmares. My happiest thoughts and darkest secrets. My mind is an endless maze of left and rights, no direction to string together a normal sentence.
There is no way to understand my thoughts. What I say and what I think are worlds apart in so many ways. I'm not nearly as put together as I once tried to believe I was. I'm good at looking like it.
When someone says 'The people with the biggest smiles have the most pain', they are often not wrong. I will keep you believing I am A-okay in the halls, but in four walls I am a mess. I'm a million pieces put together into one, but I'm one piece shattered into a million. You can see me scattered on the floor in blood and tears and I can see no light at the end of a tunnel.
Twists and turns are supposed to lead us right, but I only seem to end up left. Take that however you want.
Do not overestimate a smile.