Apart

Apart



this vortex of swirling anger has swept me off my feet and has landed me into a cruel world with man and women are not free but are succumbed by the emotions of the heart, making this reality world a nightmare to live in. The creation of this destiny of mine cannot be defined by me or by a person that may know my future, but by a person that doesnt not know me, a person that can look deeper then the mask that i put on everyday to hide the shy, vulnerable person inside me. The ones that i love and hate are all around drowning me, fulling my lungs with the agnorance and stupidity. But for all that do not understand the words that i am puting on this writing you are hopless to fail the transparent question i am to give you. The fear that is given and the fear thatt is resolved, what fear is the fear of telling the one that you love that you must break apart?