To express means to feel. Like the empty feeling in my heart from the basic hurting chills. I look in the mirror to see a soul banging on the window like eyes to be set free of this shield. I am not wanted to be in that place of the divine and passion loved thrills. Like an roller coaster; I go up and down and smile with such ease in fear something will wipe it away. As easy as happiness with the no use of that smiling pill. I shut my eyes so people can't see that girl inside screaming for the release she desperately wants only in fear it will cause pain to the ones loved like the foot ball field I run and run hoping to make that final touch down. Only to create disappointment in the stands, I am frowned upon. Should I js forfit the whole game and shut my eyes and lay on the field. Dream a soft dream and never wake up to the pill. To make me "happy" and see things oh so bright. Bc it's a lie. Only love can keep me going only the kind wih passion at sight. Forgive me god. For I have sinned. I have went against my promise and said this is the end.