I don't understand the hearts of others, of the ones that manipulate and trick.

Those of deceit, who only wish to push others down so they can get to the top.

I only wish they can open their eyes and see the pain and turmoil they cause.

The bright glow in the night blinds me.

Heat I feel on my face and smoke I inhale fills my lungs.

The loud sirens deafened me and adrenaline gives me power to move.

Cool water cools me down as I watch the cascade of water douse the fire.

Such excitement I get when a new story invades my mind.

Hitting the keys with force and speed as I'm eager to tell others my story.

Such joy as someone sees and understands what I imagined.

Watching people run and enjoy physical activity gives me happiness at their enjoyment.

But I also grow sad at my longing to join them.

Yet some complain and don't appreciate their ability.

But I believe they would if they couldn't like me.

There were four birds in my yard.

A robin, black bird, cardinal, and blue jay.

I wonder how they got along.

Wonder and excitement I get when I understand and learn something new.

Even though it's not as strong as when I was younger.

Now I make do just to get by yet I know I can push myself to do better.

Second chances never matter because people never change.

I will not bow to the temptations of this world.

And no one will doubt it for I have said no time and time again.

I do have a voice of my own.

It's only quieter than others.

But I will not fade away into the background.

For one day I will make those stop talking foolishness and listen.

The birds sang so beautifully today and the world seemed so peaceful.

But did you not hear and see for you are deaf and blind to the beauty and you only see and hear the things you wish to hear and see?

Who isn't a daydream believer?

I sure am.

I stand among so many people who wear a thousand different faces.

I wonder which is the real you?

One day I will find a lush meadow on a cliff overlooking the sea with a slight breeze playing with my hair.

And I will sit and be left with my imaginings.

I wish I could have the feeling of wind blowing through my hair.

The smell of sea salt filling my lungs.

The warmth of the sand beneath my toes as I run alongside a shoreline.

If a friend you know and trust, lies, can you ever trust them again?

Oh I wonder why your dreams, imaginings, and thoughts can make you happy and sad at the same time.