Every few days another wave of emotion,
Every hour and every minute an explosion.
Another gray day on which to reflect;
Not a smile in the world could wreck,
This kiss that emptiness gives.
A quiet song to the fragile and few,
Who know well the battle that I'm going through.
This hatred of self isn't natural.
No, quite the opposite.
The positive philosophy,
Only draws on my conciousness.
Highlighting my lonliness.
Oh what a shame,
To put blame,
On any but the lame.
I do desire to be fixed and be free,
To live life with smiles and be content to be.
But it isn't me.
Who is and isn't,