Why do you blame yourself, cage yourself from you?

Why don’t you show the world, free the mask that is within you?

Why do you rage at every second of every inch of the world?

Why don’t you scream at every ear that never listens to you?

Why is curiosity the only thing you seek, everything but yourself is what you seek...

I tend to find myself lonely at times and that is my cause, leave I alone.

Me, well I’d tend to find peace in oneself and acceptance from no one, leave me alone.

Nothing is wrong with being angry all the time, when everyone has taken pieces of you...

When everyone has taken pieces of you, you make better and more beautiful ones.

Which eyes is ur sight at? Because mine are blind to the ‘beauties’.

Which heart is yours beating at, because all there is is a coldness!

When one is broken; like I, every length of I is withered and every inch of I is scattered in everything.

If you are to stay fallen the only thing you must do is to rise, no?

I remain to fall and fall until every part of me has fallen, and it has. Nothing rises except the sun and the rays don’t warm me, the birds singing rings disgust in my ears. Breathing breathlessly when falling is, I.

So me...

So I....

Forever I and me, in an endless circle of circles about broken and whole.