(No title for now.)

I can't explain anything right now..

Mindless thoughts always flow with ease,
While sleeping hours only tease..
And as waking hours approach,
I only loose hope.

People say everyone has a purpose,
They call me pretty names..

But inside my head is like the finally at a circus..
Constantly suffering growing pains.
Because I'm too smart for the average,
and all the broken ones are attracted.

I cannot fathom the gain in pretend.
I keep on saying I won't go through this again.
But here I am... Time after time..
Suffering alone with the demons that are mine.

Having faith that in knowing I do good things....
Good things will come back...
Scaring over shattered dreams..
Plotting a counterattack..

Never mind.. No I'm better than that...