JUST to prove i am crazy

The broken
is a land of culture and differentiation
this is a land of right, and a land of wrong. this is a land of dreams, but mostly harsh reality

Monsters roam for flaws, and cover ups
watcihng for their prey
the minority, visions of pain
small huffs of glory

hands with calluses shows you tough exterior
and yet an emotionally rough interior

yes! i have reached you! i haev made it in this world!
oh, the triumph i am consuming! my cry of joy is audible.
will you praise me also?

but wait, in case of an overdose please get medical help or contact a poison control center.
where is this warning label on the side of my bottle of life?
no where.
so i call the keeper. the chaser. the molder. the creator.
So i pray. head down.

Tell me of my boxes and boxes of insecurity, my straight lines of no originality.
he tells me;
They are made of nothing, they are invisible
and i tell him
this is almost as much of bullshit as nightmares and televangelists
(although to me they fall under the same category)

So, steadily i hold on for the ride. Is it true? yes its true!

we all dream! we all hate! we all have talent!

and yet, we all fade away.
the so called goals we reach, are far to impotent.

yes its true! my heart beats and pumps blood.
the blood of a winner!
the blood of a loser.
the blood of experience!
the blood of innocence.

so let ME tell you! i know that breathing is a gift.
and singing is a talent.
let me express myself! to use my gift, and work for my talent.
so i breathe, and i hold on.

i need you, i need you.
security security. holds me high!
you are my spine.

so stop! listen to me!
i am no longer incogneto.
you're there, im there.
so lets be HERE.

halt! my heart is no longer a military.
bah bump. bah bump. bah bump.
it is a rythm, a rhythm of life.

study study! you'll never know, until you force yourself to know.
when they say you'll remember it, you'll remember it.
its profound, i promise.

tendencies:
to exclude people due to religion/lack of money/race/looks and style/weight.
we all have traditions.
look into international studies?

and trust me,
everyone feels pain.