Emotions of Scribble

The BLEEDING of this pen as I scribble my heart out on this paper before I empower myself I belittle me by involving myself with you.

Who Am I?

Am I apart of you?

Or am I just placed in your life to be judgemental maybe even a hater

Some of the aspects of me

I wonder... if I was you could I put up with thee

Its funny how your feelings burn

When everything in your heart yearns

Mistakenly to believe that a demon like you could care

So I took your words for honesty and like an intoxicated druggie.. everything... my thoughts got impaired

I realized I am lost in the sight of you

Never privy to your feelings, so I play the fool

is it me who is in trouble

Or everything I think, say, or do,

Affects everyone but ultimately you

Saddened to say that in belittling myself to be compatible with you I feel this way

Lost I am?

Confused I admit!

 To discuss my feelings and inner being with anything other than this piece of paper.. I refuse

I cannot.

I simply will not.

WASTE MY SPIT.