What I Think About

my eyes are seeing red
its seems like a life and death-
decision if i choose to move ahead 
my anger is getting harder to control
i have to punch something to once again get a hold-
on reality
my knuckles turn black and blue 
i dont know what do
thats why im clinging on to you
anxious for the proof or a clue 
that the truth will be something people will actually will want to listen to
before i spend years showing people my skills and attributes
to end up not getting anywhere close to doing what i wanted to do
~PEACE