Day 1

Day 1
January 16, 2008
Expressions, emotions, thoughts, and lives can always be altered. No one knew of this hidden secret I held deep inside. Lying helplessly every night on my back crying, cursing, exploding from internally built up rage against myself. I may speak the truth but some may not believe, because to society I appear fine. I'm writing a diary of feelings no one knows of, and that no one sees. I call this portion of my life "The Diary of the Unseen." No one is who they appear to be, and to stay strong you must trust no one.

Life can be good, life can be great,
But sometimes its misunderstood, it's only fate.
If you stay strong life will last long.
If you act weak, death is what you seek.
The more people you trust the more you can get hurt,
Its like love and lust, making something you weren't.
You should choose to lose and never abuse the feelings you use.
To report the news when you kneel in the pews,
And drink all the boozes, with your life advertised in tattoos.
This marks the end of day 1 and I've learned to accept and never run.