Two souls entwine,
they bind,
combine,
becoming one,
one having been shunned,
artistic part,
lone and forgot,
cast away and left behind,
it forms a single bind,
with the opposite soul,
from the deep part of the bowl.
Bindin with hate,
I never appreciate,
this darker side of me,
the more lonely side to me,
forced to be "tough",
bound by fate,
must pass this gate,
teased for emotion,
shunned for hobby,
thrown out and lobbied.
Ran away,
from this bright light of day,
into the darkness,
to forever hide,
the more true feelings-
the ones of inside.
Sent away for my hobbies,
having done no crime,
artistic ability-
should be let to shine.
Called nerdish for this,
what I enjoy creating,
emotion in word,
and faces on paper,
never expected this at all,
exposed now to goll,
beaten down by the word,
thrown into the sand,
exiled in this forgotten mile,
lost the race,
fell into space,
and now i sit alone with this passion i own,
artistic mind,
positive thoughts,
and poetic capability.
