I'm all alone with my thoughts tonight, I wish you were on the other side, but it's just me and myself and I. It may be better that way, because I relate to no kind, I don't conversate with nobody, most don't get my free mind. It's a hard time to stand by, when things don't feel bright. Dim light doesn't feel right, but this is the only pathway that feels right. Regardless of how i feel, this is my will to fight. It's my mind that keeps me alive, talking through poetry, has given me a mark, not to big, but it's a start. I've tried relating to people in the beginning, having no connection, only afraid of being the objection. Close friends fade in different sections, so you learn how to follow new adjectives. It's a battle session with your mental impressions, you try talking to people to get understanding, but you get nothing back, but a loud tone of (YOU'RE A MAN NOBODY CARES WORK HARDER!) in demanding. It was a bridge i didn't know how to cross in the beginning, I felt lost with random thoughts that threw me off. Until I put them on a screen, and started rhyming everything, I've noticed my words were more important through poetry, then through conversating. I can say anything in poetry, it will never turn its back on me. I have it through everything, it's my therapy, my happiness, my inner thoughts that make me who I am. Sometimes when I can't talk to no one else, I speak through my thoughts, in a relation that may cost me, to be honest this is all I have, and all I want, because poetry understands me, it would never walk off.