You say you love me,
but is it me you love?
I look at a face and know,
it is not the me inside.
The mind is a maze,
trying to stear you away.
I find power in knowing
that there still hide...
monsters within,
that can easily destroy
this happiness found
like a kids old toy.
Hate and anger breed,
doubt and animosity.
Love is a peacful moment
of wishful thought,
a feeling humanity forever
dreams of.
Yet one that the mind
can not grasp...
Because its not real,
does not exist-
or because they are words
spoken from human lips.
You love me, you say...
Then dont walk away
when the monters within
come out to play.
Dont turn and look for a face,
when the me you dont see-
is standing in the way.
s.ray 1-27-2013
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