A disguise to my eyes,
with lots of secrets to them
I tell you sir, I could hide.

Pardon a Sir,
with a prize to his emotions
Surprise,
often more than I bargained for
As are emotions,
never what you picture
Or really something to be shelved in a draw.

I should really take my time
to find my peace
It's hard though when you yourself
are a bunch of pieces
Artistic creation,
sculptured by the pain of my literary work
Words,
used against me to question worth.
What's purpose,
if you really don't know what you're put
On this Earth for?

Questions,
of every living being
What's the purpose of our very being
What you've come from,
and where you've been
Would you still close your eyes,
even if you couldn't see that dream?

I really question the most,
answers seem rarely available
In every one of my hurts
there's potential for growth
And in every one of my relationships
a goal to be relatable.

If you easily related to my words,
your say is welcome
Thankful,
for the love and often hate I didn't deserve
For in a world
filled with hate for love
Love over hate,
I really can't complain.

They are the things
that development my very being.