Personality Syndrome


Being told who to be, what to do, how to act,
Never accepted, who am I?
Who are you?
Who do you think you are?
Blamed for individuality, never commended,
Not just another sheep following the flock,
The black sheep, the outcast, the freak.
To you its personality syndrome,
To me its a gift.

Never asked, always told,
Never the good, never the bad, always the ugly,
Mocked for individuality, never greeted,
The pariah, the last in line, the freak.
To you its personality syndrome,
To me, its just me.


Unmarked Grave

I fall from the sky like acid rain,
wearing away at my mind,
False sense of security,
Causing a flood of fake nothingness.

Broken feeling of self worth,
standing at the door of death,
waiting to be welcomed in.
Dismal Heart broken in two,
Drops of blood take pattern form,
Naked emotions,
Pitied and mocked,
Shaking in an unmarked grave,
Corrupted existence,
Searching my soul for the mind I lost.

Climbing to reach the summit of euphoria,
Unfound, unable to find.
Thrown to the side, shattered and torn,
chalk marks the ground in pattern form.
Grey clouds frame the sky with your heart,
Burning desire,
Tattered and blamed,
Still, corpse in an unmarked grave.
Releaved.
Ended.


Cloudy embrace of darkness.

I reach towards the sky, flames protect me,
The grey beauty and dampness screams black,
Pure and bewildering, haunting atmosphere.

Midnight and nightmares breathe from the shadows,
Cloudy, dismal, dull, is the sacred darkness,
Awake to the sound of silence high up in the starlight,
The cruel moon laughs at the serenity.

Empty is the darkness, just a dark frame awaiting a picture,
Tears of darkness that once were light,
Revealing destiny, echo of empty hearts,
The cloudy embrace of fear abuses the sky,
The cloudy embrace of darkness lays dormant in the shadows.

I like these.