I play with fire
And I dance with Death
A twirl and a spin and a blade swings recklessly.

"Do you not care about others ", they ask consecutively.
"Do you think before you act", they ask disrespectfully.

My own reality an asylum
My mind makes liberal
My words can change you or me

"Your words are absent " , they'll disagree
"You make no sense", they'll only see

To much to handle like a crushing bridge
Bounds break like broken ribs
Without either things cease to exist
I walked upon a borderline path
I can't decipher , am I  a Psychopath

Sometimes you have shatter the mirror on you, to see all the pieces that makes you beautiful

I am Loyal And kind
I wonder About my dreams and future
I hear Rain falling ******* the sidewalk
I see Ireland Sunset with you
I want To see all around the world
I am Free

I pretend To drink tea in London
I feel Happiness
I touch The sky
I worry i won't get to see the world
I cry Losing a love one close to me
I am like a breath of spring

I understand Self worth
I say Stay true to yourself
I dream Traveling the world
I try To be myself
I hope To travel around the world
I am Happy

How is this possible?
Rejected by a website,
At least that's how I feel.
Not enough likes,  not enough messages.
But what else is new?  
It's been this way since I was a kid...

Insecurity, neediness
It's not very attractive.
Maybe it's time to grow up.

I've been at war for a long time now
with the girl inside of me

She's smart and witty
and skinny and beautiful
and compassionate and kind
and trapped in the depths
of my empty stomach
and super-glued heart
as if I accidentally stuck her
to one of the pieces
chipped away
by a boy who couldn't see her

Her outer shell is hard
and average-looking
with chunks of fat
in all the wrong places
and it repels sadness
and emits an uncaring aura
that no one wants to touch

That shell is bulletproof
in all places except for one
but this inner angel
is not quite skinny
or clever enough
to escape through the jagged edges
and paint her shell
with her favorite color

Maybe she's been locked inside
her black stone well
for so long
that she no longer
has the will
to try

I broke no rule of yours
Just got tired of being told
After all I'm quite old
Enough to go by my own rules.