My pain is a small blessing
kind of like a small child
In this degrading world
People dodge battles by keeping their mouths shut
Ah yes a simple ideal

One person curse out load another in their head
A head that can hold a thousand thoughts
But one is what pops out
Is it figurative or not?
My arms are held open by miles of air
Just waiting to be filled
My heart desires to be pumping blood
Like a runners whose is in first place
Then just like that it gets its wish
My arms are full of love not air

I dance in my head with beat in the back
A romantic melody that sways my blood
Even though my heart is dead
my brain picks up the speed instead
And as I dance in this place
I watch as I see his face
A face of wonder
And a though pops out
is this figurative or not?

I can see my pain run around with little leashes
On the leashes is a different emotion
Happy in blue
Sadness in red
Anger in black
Sanity in white
My pain stands runs with a yellow color
My fear hangs in the back ground all the time
I dance in between as to not step on the others
They weave themselves a web
Me trapped in the middle
I bow before my pain in half bow
Some would say I obey it
But it obeys me
I let it loose and I pay the price

My pain is a small blessing
In this small degrading world
In which if you don't bow down and obey
Some one gets terribly offended
A person told me that
If you throw a rock its bound to  hit someone who is offended by every little thing
If only people let me pass by in a world of silence
In my eyes the only thing I see is peoples aura..
Some are yellow
Some are red
And some are grey
My favorite are rainbow
They remind me of me
Full of pain but of happiness to
Ah yes
My simple ideal
Who know I was so tragic
Yet I snatched away the chance to run
From
Is it figurative or not?
My pain isn't real
My body doesn't exist
My mind is decaying
Along with the lump of flesh
I call my body

My pain is figurative
My lifeless eyes are not
Yet only in my life would the pain belong
Aye
My tone for this poem is quite mysterious
If only one knew my darkest secret
But its mine
The key is gone
It's locked away
The key you ask
Is it figurative or not?

I play a little game
You dance a slow dance
Around the circle of despair
Lies a body of a bear
The brown fur is all that's left
The poor beast
I have a game a simple game
You have to Win to get the key
The key is the prize
It locks away my emotions besides happy
Ohh noooo
You can't give me that look
My heart is like a ruined book
The pages stuck together with gum
I act just like a ***
If only I knew a place with a fixer

My pain is a small child
Looking at the world full of hope
But it gets degraded and stepped on
I try and try and try some more
My pain has lost its spirit
If only I had tried to give it
More hope and less agony
Maybe then I could be free
Just like a bumble bee.