alone, wondering what it is that keeps me this way.the reason why it seems im always in solitary confinement no one to confide in so i just let the pen go and let loose these words of self pity. as the ink flows onto this paper, the words begin to spread across these lines, i begin to notice that these words are the only comfort im granted. these words are my light at the end of a pitch black tunnel. the feathers that allows birds to sear so gracefully through the sky. they are my hope that someone will replace these something and fill this void in my heart caused by the do's and don'ts in society. telling one that the proper way to talk to a female is by spittin game, not by being real, telling one that a man who shows emotions is no a man at all. this black hole of loneliness is caused by society telling me that being myself is not allowed because its to uncool and being in the streets is whats cool so instead of being like everyone else i choose to hide myself inside myself and be alone with the knowledge of some how what im doing is right cause i rather be alone and right then with you and wrong hoping that God will forgive me for what we have done. but what I've done in hiding myself has me so miserable that im starting to think it might not have been the right decision, maybe i should just be myself. maybe i should uncover me from inside me and be me and let my actions show that i don't give a f*** if you like me cause the me i let out is the me i will always be, and that me you are beginning to see you could either like or dislike. but if you dislike its fine cause the new me will never worry about being alone again. because the new me realize that these words will always be right here with me