Journal

 Will they ever understand.

 no they problay won't.

 you can talk till your blue.

 but it's like mixing the devil with the pope.

 theyjust don't mix .

 it's like water and oil.

 fire and ice.

we will never be one .

It will always be me vs. you.

  i'm the alpha dog here.

 your nothing but a vise.

 you want to hold me back.you better think twice.

 you think you can do no wrong.

 i got news for you , your singin the wrong song.

 so bring it on ,give it your best shot.

 looseing isn't an option,someday your madness will stop.

  and on that day,just like jesus did,i will rest !

 close my weary eyes,and no i gave it my best.

 Behind closed eyes

this is what i see.

 is it truth or lies

 is my mind decieveing me.

 am i awake?or fast asleep.

 sometimes i'm so tired i feel dead

 and should be in my grave.

 like the seed in the ground .

 the light of day is all i crave.

 but behind these closed eyes

 that light comes and goes.

 like the flick of a switch.

 as smooth as the pedal off a rose.

 then the darkness sets in

 and green becomes red and black

 becomes white.

 the dreams become more vivid

 the harder i fight !i hear the voices!

 i want to wake ! in my head it feels like the hole room began to shake!

 it like being caught in a glass cube

 and theres no way out,

 no matter which way i move no matter how i shout!

 finally drenched in sweat.

 my paralysis sets me free.

 and i'm aloud to wake.

 exhausted and thinking why me?

 behind these closed eyes

 is like being in a room full of doors

 you open them, but you never no what is instore.

FOR EVERY MINUTE YOU REMAIN ANGRY, YOU GIVE UP SIXTY SECONDS OF PEACE OF MIND.

                           RALPH WALDO EMERSON