poem

Why do they call me strange? Deranged and hostile maybe mixed thinking maybe A message to stir over a melting pot of madness under sheets of sadness anti social and imagining still Why do they call me strange? When strange is a concept and being different is a matter of opinion my worlds collide...

Soulless and burning a dark hole tears asunder my feelings and thoughts I fought this long and hard just to be torn in two what is worth it? if nothing applies? and no logic is given? no harness to stay on top of things Here is something else as well I fell down a well headfirst and broke my...

Tengo fe, tengo esperanza De un mañana que no se sienta vacío ni frío, De una yo con más confianza Que deje de nadar en la pena y el hastío. Que vivir sea un motivo de alegría, Y no sólo una cuestión de biología; Para que mi sonrisa sea auténtica cada día, Y la tristeza no gobierne mi mente...