I stop and stare at what society has become fake faceless and hateful.
Everyone wants a short cut or a quick fix without the hard work.
Basic skills lost the art of conversion is dead, try talking to someone who is lost their phone.
Ipads read the bedtime storise more percious moments lost.
Alexa is used more and more.
Society has made us feel we can't reach out, until we have reached crisis point.
Why don't we do anything for ourselfs anymore?.
Why do we chase perfection when its not real?.
Whats wrong with taking thr mask off a d just being ourselfs.

Love is love.
If it makes you happy and you have your happy ending long may it last.
Everyone deserves to be loved.

I have learned to careless about
What strangers think of me.
You will never make everyone happy
Love me ot hate it.
Put me down and i will get back up
And my life will go.
If i disappoint you thats only because
I won't live up to your expectations.
Never i will become part of this
Fake faceless and hateful society.
When you careless you live happy.

I am tierd of how confused my heart is everytime we talk.
Crying in the night wondering if i am
Losing my mind over you.
Can't you see how much it is killing
Me inside does it even matter to you?.
Laying on a tear soak pillow looking
At your name wondering, if should
Just press the delete buttom on you.
Yes my heart will break.
But your killing me everyday.

I stand by the window and wonder will the anxious thoughts stop?.
Trying to get through the day without using survival mode.
Tierd of fighting with my own mind everyday.
Feeling a depression thats crushs you.
Its easier to say i'm fine when all
You really want is a hand to hold.
Crying in the night so no one sees your tears writing the pain away.
I stand at the window hoping for a better and happier tomorrow.

My doctors asked if you don't write
Poems for them to be liked, and
Loved why do you do it?.
I write because it is better than popping pills, that will become invisible handcuff.
I can write the pain away and bury
Feelings in lines of poems.
Not everything i write is good maybe its stuff no one wants to read.
But if one person sees my poems and believe, theres a better tomorrow then
I helped someone.
A pen paper and words can heal more
Than what pills can heal.

It's 3:00am and I am still up writing
Poems about you.
Why are you growing on me now?
I can't get you out of my head.
Is it your icy blue eyes could it be
Your well tone masculine body?.
The way you keep it *******.
The way you give me a quick glance
And flash a smile at me.
My emotions are so confused and mixed up.