"Needles"Mature

"Needles"
I feel as though I am a porcupine...

with twenty trillion 

Needles

Sticking out of every single pore of my body
I swear there are five

Needles 

For every one pore!!!

The fear of the

Unclarity 

and ever so rapidly approaching future and the
Pressure

Of this society
to be some kind of

FAKE! 
MAKE-BELIEVE!
UNACHIVABLE!
MANICAN!

The

Anxiety

and

Frustration

of trying to fit in and brake out of my shell, 
To leave the old horrors of my past behind and move on with my life....

Yes

Pressure, 
Fear,
Anxiety,
Frustration

Have all driven me to the place in my mind and psyche that I have never even
known existed
That I never wanted to know existed
These

Needles

Have left me with no other choice but to make a decision that I cannot make on my own, yet one that I cannot call upon the Lord above for His
Undoubtedly bias opinion....
These

Needles

like teh syringe used in heroin addicts next high have left me stranded between the quick an' easy road, or the long and hard road filled with canyon sized crators and
Everest-like mountains.
The clear, quick, and easy road ends immediately but I cannot bring myself to play

'God'

I am both too weak and strong willed, yet I am unsure if I have enough strength or a powerful enough appreciation for this life anymore to take the road on the right. No one around me can

EVER

Understand what this is like to ahve to admit that the left ahs won...
I can't take these

Needles

Anymore so here I go

3...2...1....

July 19, 2010 



  

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