still...even in my mirror images embrace, burning as was meant for me, i feel, my heart would be elsewhere, wishing for the smile of a quiet kind of special that I'll never measure up to.

I truly believe that this illness is a gift, That the chemical inbalances that rule the mindset of the diagnosed provides us with a way to overcome and demolish barriers that this world has succumb

Tomorrow can be

a viscious creature

One whose broken promises

make waste of even

the best of us

with the only regret given

written in the heart