Wanting

As I look in to my mirror
In my room
I do not see my self
But a stranger
Wondering round
An unknown life
Uninvited
Wearing a shattered mask
He laughs at me
As I try to shield my existence
Why do I do this?
Everyday my anxiety grows
The walls, no longer contain my fear
I am not Normal, what is normal?
A lack of individuality.
Does this lack cause my confusion?
Or am I the way I am because

I love her

Ok this is by Saffhire about Raye; it will make sense when I upload the story, basically he is confused...


Fire in the soul

Power courses through my veins
I feel ready to let go
To be free, think as I wish
No worrying about the universe
Just take flight and soar in to the clouds
And feel the warmth of home greet me
As I am consumed
And all that is left
Is all that I am?

This is Raye's pov about being........ You will find out when I submit the story (cruel I know he he)