I feel like a poem

I feel like a poem,

Full of emotions colliding, to create a flawed masterpiece.


I feel like a rock, no emotion no feeling, just stone cold.


My mind, creates a tornado of thoughts, freely wandering


Free to destruct and destroy everything possible that comes in its way


Breaking down, those of the innocent and revealing those of the guilty,


And though this is a poem, can you feel me?


Im so dangerous, like the mind


Because the mind is a dangerous tool,


And though im not perfect I am still put up on a pedastool


I am a wandering pen, waiting to meet my paper, so I can free myself


Free myself from, the self destructive thoughts that over power my mellow state,


The thoughts dat causes my heart to race, yet slow down when I think of my mothers face.


You know, the thought and emotion of love, traps me in causing conflict with both


my mind & heart, making me feel incomplete when we are apart


My heart trys to keep peace, while my mind retaliates.


The further I go in, the more the walls seem to begin to collide,


& no matter how much I try, I always tend to hide.


The struggle tend to get harder and it turns into a situation of


Survival of the fittest.


I know im on someones hit list ,


Sometimes I feel myself falling further in the sand,


But its always my mom who sets out her hand, and


once again, I stand.


I feel like a poem


Full of emotions colliding to create a flawed masterpiece


But this masterpiece will not be complete


Until the death of me is reached.