The Bark Is Being Ripped Back.

Coming into this life as pure as a diamond.
Being force fed false realities portrayed as obvious truth.
They wonder where the mentally ill originates.

Where does this hate arise?
Does it originate in the heart?
Or was it placed there by another spirit.

I try to conquer the lonely abyss that resides in my deepest crevices
My ego arises but then fades yet again like the tides of the oceans.
I defiantly resist the aging of my spirit but I can not do the same for my physical self.
I will not allow time to escape as a wasted medium.

84,600 seconds in a day, 900 of which were spent on this developing story.

I yearn to find my character, to live out his position in this movie.
He seems so close yet just out of react.
So I rip apart the bark that holds me back- only to find more bark.

When I move on I hope I am once again pure.
But more like a refined bar of gold, no longer the diamond I once was.
Because along the way, my impurities that were collected will be erased.
Then I know I will truly be ready for the escape.

Keep A Close Eye.

I'm trying to find a balance.

I sit and ponder why the ego has become the top priority in American society.
Yes, I'm guilty of complaining and often I'm not willing to make a difference in humanity.
But at least I admit it.
It's as if I fear how I feel inside.
How will others react when they see their reflection in my eyes?
I see people preying on the innocent.
Just so a couple of bodies may like what was said.
So rash.

I'm trying to find a balanace.

Is life's foundation built on love for humanity or love for the self?
I've seen every positive motive fade and die.
Hate arises and the ego soars into a self centered lifestyle.
You know, I never liked The Black Eyed Peas, but where is the love?
They cry "God Bless America" but it seems someone stole the "b" from bless.
I can feel a storm brewing, something is not right.
Equality is growing closer to make ends meet, but we have so far to go.
And how will ever reach our full potential when our leaders love the taste of blood?
Yes, stupidity builds at the base, not the top of the ladder.
It seemingly moves back and forth between both sides.

I'm trying to find a balance.

I'm just trying to be rational when I ask, "Where did all of the passion go?"
Have we passed the point of no return?
I hope not. I've see hope. I know hope.
A slogan portrayed as change but none has been made.
Media portrays so many fake lives.
I guess everyone needs a thrill.
Uprooting the youth from humanity for a buck is not the right way to find that thrill.

I'm trying to find a balance.

I've been pushed off the beaten path.
Learning to love and just to be myself.
I guess this is bye-bye miss American pie.
Said a small prayer for the progress inside.
Felt a heart beat build into a cry
Singing this will be the day that I die.

I'm trying to build a balance.