Strange place, strange ways, each stay away!
Then why are there two roads to take?

The maps and paths, and followed tracks.
And Google, Waze, we trust their facts.
Turn left, turn right we let it steer.
To miss a turn, we start to fear.

Across to tolls, collect control.
Like little soldiers, do as told.
Planned flights and crowds, comfort in traps.
Are we confined in our skin wraps?

Some lost, pretend to just be found.
Some found, act lost, pretty profound.
To take that step, the unprotected.
To turn towards, the unexpected.
A wasteful plan, we must forget it.
Insane repeat, and do we test it?

Misdirection, to find us love.
Misdirection, to find us trends.
Misdirection, finds ideas.
Misdirection, to find us friends.
Misdirection to free in stress.
Misdirection leaves no regrets.

Let one misdirection find you.
Let one misdirection guide you.
Let one misdirection define
And be the reason, you are you.

Ever since I started to leave the box I was in
I seared in my mind that I needed another hand to help me up
Another lung to keep me breathing
I’ve always believed I needed the extra set of words from another mouth

As I walked I saw how each person took me to their world
Left me astonished of how they have built their own
Left me questioning everything I thought I was sure of

As I walked I picked up pieces of people I thought I needed
Greedily putting them in my pockets
Hoping I can fit them in me when I get home
Recklessly kneeling and fitting the pieces in my broken parts
Slamming, or at least trying, the ones I want to fit
Jamming them right in me, hurting in all ways possible

As I walked I tried scratching the pieces of people away
Scrubbing away the pieces that left dents
Dents that were too much or too little

As I walked I eagerly wanted each piece to be mine
I want new people to dive in me and see every person I’ve been with
See how they tried to change me
And fit me in their little unsteady shaking hands
See how their words dropped me
See how they tried to tell me it’s going to okay
And how I stood up, used to being dropped in the sea of new pieces

As I walked, I saw you, right there, outside my porch with a box
Steadily, you handed me a box of your broken pieces
I know you’re fragile, but this world keeps on breaking you
I recognized all the right words to say, the right times to say them
I studied all your fears and why you played it safe
You let me in, I didn’t blink, didn’t flinch
I shook hands with your worst nightmare
Your monsters looked so much like mine
They never hid from me, recognizing me even
I laughed at all those times you promised people you’d stay
I cried at the times you felt like settling down
You deserved more but were too afraid to wait

As I devour your world,
I began thinking you’re all the demons in my head
I saw why your monsters welcomed me
Why your nightmares said hi
They were me

I am the monster inside you, pushing you to your limits
Whispering your worst desires and how to keep them in
I am your worst nightmare
Fixing your doubts so you’ll wake up knowing what to do
Leaving you breathless late at night
Keeping you awake most days
I am your soulmate

The universe didn’t like us
Spit out thousands of stars just to break us
It ended there
Or did it?

Wish I could sing to you all these words in my head
What's a voice if it is no use
What is speak if there's nothing said

In my mind silence has become my biggest fear
When shyness marks me like a bruise
When quietness follows my every tear

How to find meaning in conversations with all dead ends
In songs with no vocal
In poems with no rhymes
How do I get it all to make sense
With words unspoken
Reading between the lines

If I'm to take a step back I'd be closer to the abyss
Somehow there's not much to lose
Anyhow there'll be so much to miss

My imagination creates a world of pure illusion
Forgetting about my heart in abuse
Trying to get out of this ****** confusion

How to find meaning in conversations with all dead ends
In songs with no vocal
In poems with no rhymes
What ***** the most is that we're not even friends
That trust is broken
And that it hurts sometimes

With your every smile
There's those wrinkles by your eye
And on your stubby cheeks
A dimple on each side
How I wish you would smile for me
Just this one last time

The simplest things aren't so simple.
Seems like the harder i try, the more i fail.
The more i fail, the less i care.
Something goes good.
Something goes wrong
Iv'e lost hope a million times.
but, hope isn't forever lost.
You have to bealive.
You have to care.
you have to put a smile on your face.
Even if no one is there..
Don't ever expect someone to take care of you.
Expect to do things on your own.  
One day there isn't going to be someone..
To help you through your worst.
You have to know how to help yourself
when your hurt