STERIODS

hey... I wrote this poem when I was still normal and now that I'm not...I'm back to work. It's a pain trying to let go of something that makes us who we are. I can't simply imagine my life not keeping tab of anything that goes in and out of my mind. I'm such a recorder. There was even one time when...Ohh...too much details... :) well, here goes.

WHEN THE MAKE UP IS OFF,
THE SENSE IS ALSO WASHED AWAY.
WHEN WE SEE THE TWISTED PART,
WE HOLD ON TO A MALIGNANT DAZE.
PEOPLE, THE CROWD, AND OUR CONSCIENCE
SCRUTINIZES THE ACTIONS WE MAKE;
HASTY, PURPOSEFUL, AND NECESSARY.

THIS LFE WE ARE LIVING IS AUTHENTIC,
YET WE MAKE IT COMPLICATED.
WHY DO WE HAVE TO BE FOR OTHERS
WHEN ALL THAT WAS PLANNED WAS
TO BE WITH THEM..?

OUR CONFORMITY 'SHOUTS OUT' OUR HUMAN PURPOSE;
NAKED AND BLEEDING.

*dee