This isn’t peace. This is peaceful insanity. I bite my tongue and don’t say a word, just to keep the peace. And there lies insanity. I’m retreating to the fires of my mind, and the result of such tension is fuel to the flames. I’m torn. I want to put these fires out, but their growing by the minute as my mind gets the better of me. Drink up, kid. Where at the bottle neck of your troubles. Appreciation and acceptance. Two things this world seems to forget in acknowledging your existence. I’m mining for gold behind these eyes, and these current thoughts are nothing but dirt. Your worth. Your expectations. Your standards. Will I ever make you proud? Sorry for having dreams and being born with a creative instinct. All I ask for is faith and for you to instill hope in my ambitions, but I’m asking for too much. Because I don’t share your ideologies. I would rather stand out in this beautiful world without mindless shelter. You stand underneath this umbrella to shield yourselves against all that is not welcome in your eyes. You don’t want to be tarnished with apparent negativity. I’ve never shared your weakness. Your walking blind through snake eyes, and little do you know I’m the poisin to your antidote.