I keep stretching
me
and who i want me to be
apart

You can put on your best face,
You can put on your best smile,
You can laugh really hard,
You can tell jokes all day long,
But yet still be broken inside.
But yet still feel lonely.
But yet still be feeling depression.

You can put on all the make up you want.
But unable to fully cover up all the scars or bruises.
You can climb the highest mountains,
Yet your soul can still be trapped in the valley.

The say fake it till you make it.
But you can fake it all your life and never make it.
You can look like your blessed,
Yet feel miserable and cursed.

Never judge books by their covers.

stop it
just stop
please stop talking
i'm tired of talking about this
i'm tired of your excuses
listen to me
listen to me
stop talking
stop talking please
i'm trying so hard
please
stop
talking
why won't you ever listen to me
you push me this far
you push me so far
you push me
you put me here
and you can't take it back

I drink my morning coffee,
gulp after gulp,
searching for sanity
in the bottom of the cup

You’re genius
You’re empty,
You lift me up
You bring me down,
You comprehend what others cannot
You’re lost in ways others can’t imagine,
You bring laughter and love
You’re consumed with pain and hate,
You achieve the impossible
You destroy dreams,
You comfort
You hurt,
You seek out beauty
You envision violence,
You recognize greatness
You’re oblivious to evil,
You think uniquely
You’re run by others,
You love strong
You hate emphatically,
You’re self-correcting
You’re self-destructive,
You strive for more
You beg for less,
You listen
You ignore,
You’re stronger than most
You’re as weak as they come,
You’re my supporter
You’re my enemy,
You’re part of me
You’re beyond my control,
You’re my mind
You’re not me.

Some days your mind floats like dandelions,
wandering aimlessly
on and on.

Like magic,
like dust,
like time you cannot touch–
you are lost in your universe
crushing dreams and unweaving expectations

Until suddenly,
gravity pulls you back
into your sheets.

Your eyes,
hostaged in reality,
come back in its consciousness

You wake up,
let a tear drop,
and feel bad for breathing.