My heart

Sometimes I like to imagine that

I exist in a world where no one

thinks I belong. A place that

dislikes me for who I am.

A paradox of a universe that

disregards nearly everything

I stand for, and outcasts me

so that I no longer hold a

voice that matters.

In that world people

are like animals.

Everybody.

but see, no

one knows

it, but

so am I.

i am

an

animal.

One that grows and fights

its way into the brinks of the wise

but lets it fall over with buttered fingers

Falling down, and down to the base

of the river. A river filled with my lost

hopes and admirations, polluted with my

greed and anger. But It's the river that I drink from

I like to remember my mistakes so that I can move

on, and become a better person.

But it's never so easy.

because my river

falls into a

waterfall

and I spill

every

thing.

So now...I start over again.

We all have to.