A thick haze that's choking this maddness within, these dewdrops of hatred that cover my skin. An acid that eats me and tears at my soul; my fingers are bleeding over what they know. Ink blots smeared, An unreadable vow, Commitment forgotten, At least for now. A reflection of worth Yet to be seen. A life spent crawling, Around voices so mean. A role in a play Perfection has aired, Reliving the moments when nobody cared. Fire in my veins, when the rain starts to pour I peer through the windows and wish for more. The sunlight is hidden behind bricks made of air, I try to escape but trip on my hair. The incredible loneliness of being in a crowd, the silence whispers when I scream out loud. The shadows hide, afraid of my voice; when I fall asleep the ghosts rejoice. They laugh and dance behind my eyes, they wake me up with terrible cries. I fall to the floor and lie in the dirt. Flashes of lightning revealing the hurt. I can't escape being driven insane, so I walk outside and die in the rain.

I wrote this 6/16/98 also just ready to share