Why do people oppose me,
I am only doing art.
Can't you people see,
That these words come from my heart.
I try to open up to you,
And you only sneer in return.
Late at night I write poems new,
And you rip up as the sun burns.
Have you ever once thought,
That those words are real?
That they are what you think they're not,
That these words are what I feel?
Alas it seems not,
You just push them back.
Against the darkness I fought,
But you just pour in the black.
Just for once I ask,
That you compliment these words.
Because this isn't just a task,
But my feelings in a powerful surge.

Sadness will continue to envelop my heart,
As these words pour onto the paper.
The anger tears me apart,
Doing rage a favor.
Optimism is killed by pessimism,
And sadness pours down on joy.
Utter regret's mechanism,
Is my conscience's favorite toy.
I am only a pawn of my feelings,
They are the masters.
As my actions go reeling,
And my heart begins to beat faster.

The highs are low,
The lows are lower.
My feelings flow slow,
As my heart beats slower.
Feelings clash and collide,
Bringing pain to my heart.
Pushing thoughts to one side,
They rip me apart.
Apparitions appear before me,
Bellowing at me to stop.
Seeing things that others cannot see,
Crumbling from all the stress on top.