Constent sound
That's all I hear bickering
They say it's not there
That I'm a white boy ther be nouthing wroung with me
They say all I seek Is atenten
That can't be it since I suffer in silence, cry alone, and to finely stifle the noise, I Speek allowed to them so at less one voice would exit the 9th layer of hell I call my mand
They will never see and I will never Speeking of the voices which drive my imaginations into contplations of zombie ends and thretical debates,  that will shake your minds, hell it cripples mine, the constant debates of there's ******* my mind,  so all I can do is stifle those two words that would not make a lick of a difference, for if I let them slip people will just look at me, and think I'm rebelling "o he's a white boy, he must think our talking is beneath him, he will never know true pain like us minorities"
Ye,ah That's me the majority seeking ******* of minority, causing hell since I never experience it. I am nouthing but an anarkish heaven that sees nouthing but the color of ****, a complete pestmistick
They don't under stand; hell I don't understand my mind ether but to say I'm the majority, is dead wroung, what makes them minority, collor, religion, these I been taught means nouthing and nouthing they are Becuse there thoughts, their harts binds them to all races, not one thought or filling is independent to there race, these groing minority have sunken to the idea that they be the minority but no that is me, the one who can't sit in silence, with out rocking with pain, the words "shut up" forever on my lips dripping with mumbles of zombies and flames as high as buildings with me on top of the talist yelling I'm not insain I'm not insain I'm not insain Until finally I'm lost inside the flames.
And if they knew what hell was in my mind that would be worse, they will try to find the problem with scans and question. Did your dadie **** you? Is your brain ****** up? Why don't you just stop this shirade?  
And when thier questions just lead me screem more at them than at my own head they try to fix me for now I'm a danger so they imprison me for something they coused.
So they put me on psycotic medison , and the voices they continue but easer to with stand. But I'm not me any more I'm different I loss so much but can't grasp what it is. They say I'm a success, and I agree because I want to leave. I don't tell them I still hear voices becuse I don't want them to sedate me agin. I don't tell them I've lost the intelligent young man I was or the insitefull guy that could help people with problems that he him self never had but they would not cair all they want is me to be like them because that all they wish to see.
As soon I'm out of the jail I ditch the mids and I return to my insainity. O how the voices seem to be louder as if they was ****** I locked them up..... But I'm me agin or am I them I just might be them but is that a problem i lie to my famly "yea I'm fine," " yea I took them last night," "I'm happy". They believe me not becuse they do but becuse they want to. They never saw a problem befor yea I was strange but functional but as soon as soon they heard I had a problem they jump on it for it means thay have not failed.
But they have not failed the doctors did they saw a man with a problem that need to be cured when there was only a man who had a problem that he needed to live with a problem that made him better and strange a problem that made him different.
With my problem out in the open I become better at hiding my pain until I get back to my to my apartment where I scream, cry and argue but never in that order. Nabbers never new I was different for I sound proof this place.
And that's how I lived, paying for pills I never used, never confinding in anyone for I feared of going back to jail, and I just knew if I ever got back on thouse meds that that when I get off the voices will drown me and I would not make it a night befor I just decided to end my abnormal life

Every day or night my mind grows more curious of the dangerous ways I go. Every day I cheat death even tho his whispers draw me closers to mistakes that can't be reversed. Let's play a game of insanity?
Every rule we break we mend a new insane way of our tricks. A lie brings misfortune as showing you have no boundaries.

My secret I scream is the dead silence on the sleepy hollow cemetery.
  My pain inside my bipolarmind is running wild with energy I could have saved to save my self from the deadly things that grab you.

My nightmares  become a stories that play with me like a horror film that was just shot.

How fast can scream.
Do u want to play with your own darkness or spread the sickening like a wild fire.


I have no heart beat only when life breathes into my lungs.



Dose evil bring good fortune or dose it spill blood like savagely brut let killing a person.



How far do we open up our minds to open ideas for evil or good.

Do u want to play with my mind to full blown destruction that we can't put out.


My pain inside my bipolarmind  is like a lighter starting a spark adding Fulton the fire setting my path of pure blinding aggression.


My pain inside my bipolarmind  is a trap I can't escape only way out is a fight till Insanity  kills me.


Clostrabobic  small room I can't breath I have no place to free any thought leaving me with my demons who have otherwise plans in mind.


Are u insain or can you break the lone and escape your twisted mind.



Let's play a game of mine can you escape and set your self free or will you be traded for inturnity weak and powerless of hope and lost of life.


Are u insain or can you handle your own pain

Laughs with me and smiles but turns around and plans and plots
but I am not weary
I'm prepared for what she's got

I feel no fear just pity and regret
that I let her in my life,never to forget
but weary am I not
for what plans she has got

I may be soft and forgiving but my mind is focused and sure
I may be a rose but my thorns will *****
I may be a doormat,everyone just does with my feelings and heart what they wish but I have always won she just cannot get me down

Jalousy does not consume me,nor does hate
and this is what makes me strong
the wicked witch cannot enchant me for her evil magic to me is gone


Her powers are invain
she goes half insain
when I beat her at her own game
but it's a shame that to hurt me is her aim
for I am the horror of her  world
me?this delicate but yet unbreakable girl!

Forced to have to get along with someone so devious
it's so pythetic and way more hillarious!!!
She will offer me the apple and I will pretend to consume but little does she know,I am her total doom!!!