No more...
I have gone through
my life being sorry, as often as not for things I had no part in.
I have gone through
my life weeping others tears and bearing my mothers cross.
Everyday is one more
trial by fire for my heart.
Everyday is a new
agony waiting to happen.
I have been weak,
I still am. Trodden down by anyone who cares to try.
But today, I will
begin to break free.
Today I will start
to gnaw at the ropes that I have bound myself in.
Today, there will
be no more apologies.
Welcome to My Exhibitionism...
This is my brain.
At least, this is part of my brain. Its not a part that I'm overly fond
of. Not a part that I like spending too much time in... Not a part I like
to think about. Yet more and more I find myself here, in this dark and
dusty corner that I wish I could avoid. But I'm just not that strong. I
don't want to be here, with all my heart i don't want to be here. But here
I am.. Wherever I go.. Here I am.. So maybe.. Maybe.. If instead of shoving
it back, forcing it to lurk in the darkness, festering in the stale air,
I should purge it.. Lance it and let it ooze across the screen.. Maybe
my thoughts will feel validated.. more real, if I know that at least some
one out there has read them... Give the echo something to bounce off of,
some confirmation that I'm real. That I'm not a figment of my own imagination,
and just all alone, trapped forever in my own head.
This page is written
in one particular grouping of mindsets. None of which are all that happy.
That isn't what this place is about. I'm not such a mopey, cynical, whiny,
brat all the time. Maybe someday, in the future, I will put up a more complete
page, that includes my better sides. just not now.
Do you want to know .Me.
My thoughts poured into .Babbling.
So hard to separate reality from .Fiction.
Some very poor excuses for .Poetry.
Yes, but is it .Art.?
Follow my .Links.
this is not a disclaimer.
credit where blame is due.