Mind Bottling, Isn't It?

Her personality was hard to miss Her face had common features but was different from others Her laugh was faked but confident  The way she talked was sincere, you could never tell if she was joking or not The way she stood was structured but free If you were lucky she'd glance at you for just a second, and when she did you were more than acknowledged  Her smile was inviting, but her voice is what keeps you from not introducing yourself She was the of person that people would hope to become Not in looks but in dept She was the type of person that others could barely keep up with The type of woman that was guided but then the one that guides other She didn't have many friends, and if she did have friends they were only the ones that were on her level You know, the type of women who were always busy and very bold personality wise All of her friends are just as blunt as her, just as set in their ways as her She didn't have any shame She lo...

It's really hard to build a new life Trying to become a better person almost seems impossible Everything that you're trying to change about yourself Seems to be what the people who mean the most only see When you do good But when you do bad there's always an "I told you so" without hesitation Like they're waiting for you to just fuck up If you loved me so much why don't you support me? If you loved me so much why can't you accept me? If you loved me so much why can't I feel what you say you have for me? Instead of criticizing and causing pain Once you decide that there's no way to become that person you want to be with all the negativity around You mentally move away from them While others could never picture you as the person you once were That's all the ones that are dearest to you can see Why can't they accept change? I did.

I miss him so much I miss laughing at his nervously misspoken words and his cheesy jokes I miss him telling me that he loves me I miss watching him eat me out I miss grabbing on his hair while arching my back I miss the way he touched me I miss the way he bought goosebumps to my limbs I miss the way he talked; his hood given accent I miss his never unspoken wisdom I miss every emotion that he gave me; good and bad I miss him so much

Cannons going off on one side gun shots popping off on the other side  My thoughts are like the devil and angel standing on my shoulders  The angel's always yelling at me Calling me stupid and making me regret everything that I do That's why I love the devil so How can something resembling peace and love Possibly be what's causing fear, regret, and shame? I want to be good but yet Even though the horns on my head have a halo hovering them I wish I was just wearing horns

They come in different shapes and sizes just like people  They're exactly like people  Addicting. Painful. Problem causing. Problem solving  I can taste them without water or food to help  A quick pop and I'm set to handle all of the wars going on in my head