Burden

You seek the truth with your eyes
You speak lies from your mouth,
The words just over flow but you never notice.

You see how different people really are,
The lives they have are so alive,
You feel dead to the world,

A fact you know is awfully true,
If you died they would start to see what’s true
I’m a the savior to all
And you are nothing but a burden on the side.
Who lives off one and all next

Me and Only Me

Wow! This is like the first time I'm writing something that everyone can see. Usually, I'm writing in a paper back book to myself. It's weird writing to yourself, but "Me" is all i have right now to talk to. I'm writing this because each any every poem i write, is a different part of my life story, that i want everyone to hear, but i don't know if everyone would be interested. Then again I'm doing this for me and only me.
I'm so happy that people love what i write, but I'm scared to know that they might not get what all the poems actually mean. People who write express themselves, to feel like their on top of the world. I know I do. Life's simple, easy, hard, emotional, and definitely weird, but we make it that way. We make the world go along with our lives, our feelings, our ways. Just like we make our poems and writings, the way we want. I guess it's just how things go.