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Day Dreaming

 Looking at the world thinking that the puzzles pieces are suppose to fit, the feeling of being incomplete come across as if I don’t  belong in this cold world where I filled the blanks within; 

Being drawn to the worlds pain, I walk lightly to avoid the negative drain, I keep trying to blend in but people keep calling out my pain, as I try to cumilate a lie and hide my pride I drive myself insane for being to plain;

Waking up from dreams that seem to real they binding me to my past thoughts and actions as if I didnt try to relive; I'm tired of stating my name why doesn't nobody understand the boundaries I'm trying to explain;

Am I being heard enough or is it my voice too soft, I'm speaking loud enough but the crowd just dont give a fuck; I quite hiding my pain I rather run with the rain and soak up my tears and fears and dream that everyday I have a chance to relive;

Sitting here imagining a life with no captions, running around with the top off and no action, I'm blasting the music till I get what I'm after , so there is no remorse just the laughter from the pain that I recaptured; I'm no disaster but a master of an imperfect world with no exceptions to my sexuality, is it that I dwell in my own formidable attraction and walk the waters with my lurking shadow;

For I seen this cruel world throw shade and I mean in the worst way and you can tell by looking in my cracked brittle face; For I have put the pieces back together as if this matter , I'm not trapped I'm facing my truth and I rather be glued to my own mood then be used my fools who can’t  see the truth 

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