I wrote this in anger, and so it turned
into a statement instead of a poem:
(Plus it sucks)
Life, I write too much on this subject, yet I know too much about mine. Life is just a bunch of faces, faces of happiness, faces of hope, faces of hatred, and faces of sadness. For one thing I hide behind a face of happiness, maybe I should bring out my real GRIEF, my face of sadness and hatred. That is who I am. People say don't be sad or don't be mad, but they don't know my life. Like "Life is full of heartbreaks and feet up my ass!" That is all it is and all it will ever be. So maybe I should face it and maybe I will. Right now my real face has hit me and I cannot let go of the grief. Yes it is my fault, but better now than later and better now to face myself than let this panic, or fight, or whatever it need be called, go on.