Passion [Even If It Hurts]

Eyes half shut.
But the glass is not half empty.
The feeling of being one; exempt me.
The want for individuality can be such a cruelty.
It's the reason I've been so moody.
Why is it so hard to stick out,
Like a sore thumb?
Just because we have different taste, I'm labeled as an outcast.
How fast you are to inject your hurtful speech,
Inside of my brain like sniffed cocaine?
I feel a rush,
When you push my buttons.
A need to not give in to the crowd that "wins."
I've never been "in", like staying a virgin.
And though I feel the burden,
I'd rather not have my own mind accept defeat or curtains.
The drapes must stay open,
That is the only way I can enjoy my perspective, though...
It's usually cloudy out the window,
I know that the weather never stays in lingo.
Rainy to sunny,
Perfect to bloody,
Green grasses over hills after the areas that are muddy.
All this pain allows me to enjoy life.
Can't have good with out the bad, right?
And I'd lie if I said that I didn't appreciate the strife.
The ride is like a roller coaster,
I'd rather have it my way than fall under your composure.
Even though it gets colder,
And death comes closer as I get older,
I welcome all the hurt.
It shows how much passion is really worth before you hit the dirt.

Reviews

[Choosing Life]

yeah.. we are kindred for real. i could have wrote this piece myself..

Who can understand the Things of God?

That is what you are. This world is used to nonsense so truth is shunned.

I am glad you are special and not in a short yellow bus kind of way...


I dig your pen

[Monners]

I really like this. It's honest and shows that you stand up for what you truly care about. What's most important in life is staying true to yourself. Well written.