Love me if you will
Hate me if you want
But do not judge what i am,
For i am what you are not
Freedom without boundaries is what i possess,
but to you i must confess.
The ability to close my eyes and open my mind is painful
To watch as the ones that i create are killed and maimed
Forever scared.
The friends i have in my head give me freedom,
i can imagine whatever i please.
But they must endure,
my mind is not pure.
Knowing how out here tis evil,
causes a great upheavle.
While i watch they must endure.
Pain and suffering that has no cure.
For every happy memory that you can experience and create.
when they end turn on you,
You long for the times that will never again come.
Knowing that this will never be done.
Edurance of the Mind
Ok, the characters in my stories are like people to me. They have their own memories and habbits. (i know i'm crazy, the mental hospital is full right now though.) And whenever something good happens, something bad comes to take over it, creating evil memories that they must endure. Hence, Endurance of the Mind. Enjoy ^_^Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
