I don’t want to sound intrusive, but the truth is, that I’m abusive. Cuz I was abused since, my heart had innocence. Its become allusive that the shadows in my head have alluded forgotten thoughts in my head, causing me tremble when I sleep, tripping in my dreams on a path I can’t see, when I wake up I feel weak, my hips hurt and my back creeks, pushing without what my body needs, pushing myself to succeed, there’s no time to take a rest and just breathe, no one will hear my scream bc I never speak, not one complaint, cause my systems clean, I am the guardian caring for those who dont believe I’m not who I’m supposed to b, I can’t believe where this life has taken me, I see everything I’m supposed to see, but I’m not who I’m supposed to b, I’m breaking down emotionally, feeling empty inside especially, trying to create nothing into reality, obessed with the vision only i see, This cynical sublimity, it drives me to think, two faced from contentious to mean. Opposite cycles and roller coaster scenes to often with problems I’ve never seen. I’m bothered by the truth while swallowing the lies, labeling these names with substantial divine.