Pen To Paper

Go away with me

I go away all the time

In my mind at least

My body won't follow

At least I can get lost in my mind

Writing, expressing, exploring and such

Keeping a log, with each new page neatly creased

It's dark and it's solemn, it's lonely and cold

Pen put to paper, it's daring a bold

It's a secret, kind of, what goes on in my head

It's personal, not to be written or said

I can't keep in it, I need to express

Eject from my mind, all this crap in excess

The worry and fret, and fighting the fear

Anxiety and guilt, feeling tho I'm not even here

To write in rhyme to me is soothing

But so FUCKING cliche

Tho making it easier for me to vent

Fuck it, I don't care what you say

Suffocation at its FINEST

Alone with the weight of a million people pushing down on you

Suffocation at its finest

Smothering you just enough that it is painful

Yet not enough to take your life

Forced to do everything everyone else thinks you need to do

Why do we as humans feel the need to give unwanted advice

Like we could live someone else's life better, so we tell our opinion

Yet no one that I know can seem to get their own fucking life straight

Alone would be nice

Not necessarily alone by means of people but by means of politics

A nice quaint, yet large roomy cabin in the wilderness

A farm and garden, away from the politics and drama of life

Sounds Cliché, but money is the root of all that is evil

Without money where would you be, under the bridge starving, cold and alone

Just like that bum that you told to fuck off the other day because he looked at you

With shame in his eyes, and asked for a dollar to get a sandwich

Why is it not Ok to want to be me

Why does everyone , every single person that I know or have known

Tell me that I am weird, and strange, they look at me like I am on Crack

In reality, I am just not afraid to be myself, to please myself

Who cares what other people think of you

When they have judged, and stereotyped you within the first 2 seconds of seeing you

What ever happened to, it is what's on the inside that counts

I think it was all a big fat lie. I don't think it has ever been that way for 90% of our population.

I remember my first grade teacher said those words

I took those words to heart, and have abided by them since that day

And since that day, I guess I have tested if others abide by it

By coloring my hair. By wearing things that I want because I enjoy it

Not because I think some schmo will think its hot or cute are rad

But purely because it gives me pleasure,

And this also give me an opportunity to weed out the fake judgmental people

Does that comment make me judgmental? I think that it almost does

I hate that certain people think that they can have control of your life

And in a way they can, only because you either don't have the resources to rebut

Or you are just a bitch for telling them to fuck off and mind their own businessIf I wanted your god dam opinion or advice, I would ask for it!