How do you hold it all in..

This ceramic exterior withholds so much…

You aim to please..

Is this your sense of inadequacy seeping out.. Everything is it’s opposite and you perfectly restrain the rage…

You aren’t happy but I sense all and judge Ye not…

Curly crimson… Relaxed velvet…

You seek out that which you feel deprived…that which your creator has not endowed you with..

But that’s ok because you will recreate the world around you to mold towards your imperfection..

A perfectly erected environment that perfectly adheres to your needs..

Yet this is not enough… And you are honest enough with yourself to know.. Yet you aren’t honest enough with them to be overt…

I see you… The crack in the Dahlia.. The split in the porcelain… The human stain can not be hidden from wisdom…

Do you not know who I am.. Perhaps you don’t… But who you are could never be hidden…

I seek to judge Ye not..

I’m just curious as to how you hold it all in…

And why do you choose to…

Let the demons speak… All they yearn to do is emote… They no longer want to be walled in… Banging around the walls of chaos…

Let them be free.. Let something else be within.. So in turn you may yourself be free…

A life of servitude.. Covering up the surreptitious desires of malevolence is no life at all… Just a series of self destructive events made to seem not so..

That’s how cancer  emanates… 

Let the truth bleed through… Let it drip..drop… Before you implode…

Poor raggedy child… Turn to your mother…sip from her womb… Let the well of righteousnous revive you…

Porcelain child… Your cracks are showing…