My peotry isn't exactly beautiful or even understandable but I just do it to release my brain and all its worries lol, so you dont have to read this.

Thoughts are a clutter in my head.
Please don't tell me this.
I'm sick of having my gentle hand turn into a fist.
People complicate to hide.
Their true feelings deep inside.
Selfish emotions prettied up are still a straight damn lie.
Why can't anyone live their life without wanting to die.
I didn't choose to go numb.
They all have forced it upon me.
Please let me keep my warm blanket of innocence.
I don't see the harm in this.
I have no defense.
I can only see.
My tough scarred skin is a blessing to me.
I am unable to hate or even hold a grudge.
But I fake goodness too, just like everyone does.
To never let emotion consume is my gift and curse.
I must always keep a level head.
Even when writing this verse...