I am viewed as a sad bitter child, screaming...
But is this who i really am...

*** i wrote this poem about 3 years ago, i still...
i see you, you see directly through me...

I often imagine that love is like a cascading...
one that's continuously flowing and never ending...

What's beyond the grassy hills, beyond my...
Freedom? to flee free from the demons that rip...

Where are you my true love?
I've searched within watery caves and under heavy...

What do i feel?
How am i supposed to feel...