Look At Me

The words in my head would make my outlook on life seem bleak, the words in my head would make me look weak.

It's a tornado of emotions. No, I'm not allowed to speak of them, what gave you that notion?

I can't really say that I'm crumbling beneath the weight I carry, and no I can't tell you why being in my mind is so scary.

We can't discuss how much I hate the way things ended up and I certainly can't mention that I'm not to supposed to give a fuck.

But I do.

I love too hard sometimes and it only hurts me in the end. I hate how people lie to me again and again.

My own flesh and blood could disregard me in a heart beat while the rest of the world just sees me as a piece of meat.

I'm so much more than flesh and bones. I have a soul that longs to go home.

I'm an artist but not by choice. I have to use my God-given voice.

So you see by not speaking of the words and granting you insight into my torture, I'm protecting you, not me.

For I am just a work of God's art for all the world to see.