My mind is filled with thoughts that aren’t thoughts but truth.
My mind is filled with phrases that can’t be spoken but true
My mind is locked under oppression of faith.
Being lied to saying everything’s okay.
My mind bends back under the weight of chagrin.
And bounces back through the thick air of hope.
My mind brings about ideas and opinion that is hidden to avoid pain
My mind fears my hearts emotions as it tries to grow
My mind is inexpressive till it closes all exit doors but one.
Family...
My mind is weak and filled with noise
My mind is strong with nothing wrong.
My mind your mind is all the same.

Behind the walls they stood ever so tired.       Body image of pain, spoken without words.
Their piercing stares promotes it.
Beneath the ground they lay ever so rested.
Body image of peace, noticed without breath.
Their piercing screams disturbed it.

Life is a shadow.
An endless shadow that you follow even when you try say no.
Life is an author
An author adding plot twist and puzzles that leaves you hanging to write the next book.
Life is an actor
An actor that laughs and pretend that through this joy it won’t turn to stab you at you deepest fear.
Life is a teacher.
A teacher that teaches you enough to remember but not to grow.
But life is beauty
A flexible beauty that can be molded from clays that you made with strength.
Life is a model
A model that can be created in your image if you are willing to work.
Life is existence
Through existence we create countless memories, for in memories we only die once forgotten.
Life
Life is never ending as long as we are willing to remember.

If I tell you I love you where would you run to?
If I tell you I need you how far will you go?
If I tell you not to leave me when will you do?
If I just tell you to hate me how fast will you try?
My mask or your mask which one of them lie?
My mask or your mask will you show your side?
My mask had been moved, when will you do yours?
Or will I keep on dreaming just to hear your voice.

My dream is not to live.
My dream is tucked in a broken bottle of self pity without a name.
My dream is not to breathe
It is hidden deep beneath a smile that deceives no one but myself.
My dream is not to want
That along with hope have disappointed even the worst of true despair.
love, pain
Are 2 words of breath that forces life from this here corpse.
My dream is not to die
Death in an uncertainty that in itself does not guarantee freedom.
I do not want
I do not wish
My dream is to survive.