bloodyparade13

There's a fine line between madness and being disturbed. I've found myself lingering along that path. There's things I don't understand. And my persistent manner has taken me too far. I need to let that part of me go. But it stays, like a hungry grudge feeding into my thin flesh. I can't. It's a part of me..and a part of me I need not but want. So I stay with it. Why? There's no reason of letting go..It's what makes me who I am. And someone has taught me not not to be afraid to show it. That's exactly what I do. Although, I'm stepped on and push down to the deepests of earth's pit, by those who think I am well undeserving, I still float on the highest of all mountains. Even though I'm stared down by strangers who judge my pitiful opinions, I still hold my head, and hold it up high. I not know what I'll make of my future or what I'll do i the next year, month, or week. But I do know something. I still stand.