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Laughter and tears both at the same time

They think this is a gimmick

I can't always explain I've tried

They think they know me

but who do they know

me, me, or me?

Anger rising ,

only trying to cover the inner pain with a physical distraction

I confide in myself, but even they are hard to trust.

Everyone of them wants to be king odf the castle,

but they just make it look like no ones home.

Some think I take to much out on others,

not knowing that myself is hunting myself.

They say I'm suicidal,

but it's really just internally homicidal.

Every voice pushing to be the reality.

I know that for some reason I have become a legend in the mind of some,

but to me I'm lost in side a dream that someone has already awaken from and is slowly forgetting.

The whispers float and try to persuade me to to do what they think is right,

fighting amongst them selves.

It would take a million deaths to set things right.

a million deaths in one heart.

There are few that clear the cloud of confused fog that lies interwined with my soul,

but to stand free beside them with no judgement, and no ridicule for just a moment makes me one man one mind ,

and when we are parted I fell them swarm back in to destroy whatever hope the sun let shine in.

Then I turn the sun off,

no counting sheep.

Inside i cry,

and I scream,

and thing break,

and I sit in silence

Out of all the Kiddz running loose

Which will live through the genocide.





Cx Patterson