After checking my inbox, just as i was about to log off, saw something that caught my eye.
I had no choice than to contact the owner and ask for permission to post it on the site.
Very insightful, A huge talent.
Let me know what you think?
i write from experience
things i have seen and felt
and the more i write
the more my dreams become warped
but i do not express or reveal anything
giving light to how i am, who i be, or where i is
so writing is my only form expression
so do i stop?
and forsake expression
just to maintain some form of control
of the surreality i experience
when scribing my misconstrued visions
of what i believe goes on in my mind
is it that i leave behind
the one thing i have left that i can completly confide in?
just to appease some foreign idea of normality
the things we hide to appease others
things we repress to reassure ourselves
words we do not say that come back to attack us
actions we do not take to preserve our own will
is all failure to express yourself
side note: I've given up pleasing others including parts of myself i do the most abnormal and absurd things, and whilst i do them somewhere amidst the rage, frustration, lost love, lust, fear, and melancholy i feel happy just to release what i hold back for the benefit of others around, i'm not saying remove the mask because secrecy is valuable but in the recesses of your corner release yourself to your own will and emotions and see if you don't for that glancing moment feel free and happy.