emotional tide

when thought is put on paper

it feels like there's a remainder of vapor

still not said as well as it was thought in the head

even when read and it was to exact there still remains a thread that feels dead

because no pencil nor no pen can put the true devotion to your emotion

no text can explain quite as well cause the subject continues to feel open

I want to lash out

my soul needs to sprout

I want my mind to just let go of doubt

do you know the difficulty that whitch holds in me

still hold the weight of my pain till these shoulders release

till my nose just bleeds

till my heart explodes within me

I don't think you do

look at the hate in which you brew

quick to judge you paralize me then pull the plug and leave me stuck in this sludge

just a rut in the mud just assume I'm a thug

look at me is it the way I dress

is it the way I look that makes you express your stress

do you hate me is why you degrate me

is it my weak state you see that makes you want to play with me

is it cause we aren't corresponding

that debates the war you're pondering

I need to find myself

I need to find myself

no wait I have it is but you who is confused and hate that I have so you feel reduced

and to that feeling what do you do

you react with an attack for your flack

for what you lack

you lash cause your heart is black

or is what you fear most is right there you're stareing at it

and what yo fear is truth cause you've all been decieved

fear for an oposing thought to what you've belived

for what you've practiced

for what you've preached

you feel breached

what you've preceived

has a crease

so instead of open minds

you close behind doors that intertwind with your constant feeling of this is a crime

you feel violated

you can't see strieght your eyes have fadded