Is it worth every penny it says? Technally that is what it means to do. If someone has a dollar and another has only a quarter. Than its no mystery which is worth most the dollar does at this time, however if the other person fines 3 or more quarter it to could also be worth a dollar or even more depending on how many quarters they found. You may be thinking where am I going with this and it's simple. A dollar is only worth what it is value. The dollar is just a tool we all use we all need to get things in life rather we like it or not. Well unless you planning on taking an illegal stance than I guess you would steal what you want or need. Some people have so much dollars that not even them are sure what to do with it. Maybe investment or other things.. Than there are some that has hardly any at all and struggles to put food on the table or keep a roof over their heads. What is stopping the one with many dollars helping a poor family in someway. Greed and selfishness, for one its harder to do selfless deeds with there own dollars, some not all. I have no rights to say how society really works, for now I'm only glancing through a mere stain glass window. Now what does dollar means to me? Well I'm still learning.

A penny save is a penny spent.

(I want it to put this in a challenge but I didn't have enough coins but no reason to let this thought slide or not go notice still, right?)

I want to make this clear to everyone

If you are willing to listen

I am not perfect

i will never be,

don't expect me to ever be.

I am human I make mistakes.

I have lie,

i have throw a fit

i have made my share of mistakes.

I sometime go to fast

Or i go to slow.

I have had my share doubt

Afraid i loose the beat.

Sometime I tend to be lazy

I'm not the very best of my generation

I promise that there are better.

But tht doesn't effect me.

I know I am imperfect

And yet I'm still just as beautiful

I am a masterpiece.

Nothing can defeat me

Not unless I let them.

I am beautifully imperfect

And you can love me

Or hate me for it.

Never will I make it to your expections. Why do you keep me in your Shackles ? Lock up in this stone room I have no choice but to call home. The dust on the ground and corner are my dish, however so quickly as they go away when winds push it away.

My own tears is the only thing filling my thirst but nothing yet have filling my thirst.

Why do you think I am only good at licking the dirt off of your shoe.

I have many more talent then to be your shoe licker. You have put me down, you told me I would never be anything.

The sad part of it all I believe you.

I sat myself up to fail or to just barely make it.

I can't help but to doubt

My shadowy fear help lock me up in this stone room. I can blame anyone but the truth is its always been me that held me back.

I'm dying but not bleeding.

I'm here but not

I keep doing this to myself..

Others will try to give me advice, but tell me what good will it do me if I cannot understand. Is there any hope for me? Will I ever break free of my chains.

What do we live for?

What is it we are trying to create?

What is it we are trying to prove?

Are we all just followers or are there leaders?

What is good what is bad? Do we really know?

Are we all just living an illusion?

This illusion we call reality.

Is this really real or are we all characters in a book?

I guess I can see why you are sitting there wandering where this will go.

I honestly have to admit

I am not sure myself.

I guess these are just thoughts I can't help but wonder.

It has been so long since I last saw

What darkness has hide from me for so many years and to come.

Cover me!

I'm going in!

Oh how the voices seduce me.

Sadly I keep Repeatedly dying inside.

Darken my own flame of light.

I can't always do my very best

Or always have a reason to speak nor sing.

There is times when feeling loneliness is all I deserve.

I don't deserve all I have.

I don't deserve life itself.

I keep telling myself that.

But its not true

Why do I think it is?

Haven't I learned yet that I have a reason

That I have not been alone.

Haven't I learned that yet?

My dear I can see it in your eyes.

I know your hurting

I know your sad

I see your breaking

I wish I could just take it away.

I see how your dying inside over and over again.

The darkness has swallow you and it does not stop.

I reach out to you please take my hand

I promise I won't leave

I won't let go.

Truth the word has different meanings it would sometime seem. However I know it only honest, but these days I struggle to understand what is truth and what is a lie. I wonder if I am the only one struggling with this or maybe I'm thinking to much about it. I can not say, what is truth?

My greatest flaws is one of my own I carry this burden that I have place on my own. I take this blame and it is so hard to excape.

My biggest flaws is my silent, most I can not speak what I try to say out loud I fear to say what I really want to every time I am face to socialize my words come out little knowing of this knowing that I will only turn away I tend to isolate my self from humans. Never feeling that I actually belong. This is my flaw and still to this day I fear and lack to communicate with others but give me paper and a pen or somewhere I type you be surprise of what I have to say.

I watch as my life pass by me.

The most I can remember is being full of fear or isolating myself from everything including myself.

I couldn't trust anyone I couldn't trust myself.

Afraid I leave astray so many around me.

I try to get this thought out my head but like a repeat nightmare it would not go away.

Just one bad word it all it takes just one different fate and I'm shatter in pieces.

On another side the same goes and new hope I am introduce.

Although now it so hard to fine something good or true in this world we live in.

It seem like everywhere you turn cruelty and fear stares you right in the face.

Sometimes it even punch you.

I am coming from a broken but yet slowly healing

But I fear that I will know only shatters, for the world seem to twist things and my own gullible open mind self would be the cost of my own destruction and the destruction of my love ones.

Oh dear friends if you hear me now please know that I am very sorry for all the things I cost you.

I'm sorry I ever cross path with you in this game call life.

I'm sorry I couldn't be better.

I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..

I fine myself again back to having hope but as soon as something dark enter my path either from myself, others, or life itself I easily can go completely dead.

I'm not emotionally stable at this moment I'm not sure where I'm going with this.. I want to have a positive affect I want to feel love just as much as I give.

Oh fear why do you stop me why do you intend to make my life miserable?

Why do I continuely let you win?

Am I to ever break from your grasp?

Am I prepare to do so? I think not.

I am just trying to make it through the night.. I'm just trying to make it through the day.

I am just trying to make it through life.

But truth be told aren't we all?

#conflicts, #thoughts, #poetry

Its hard to believe how much this really hurt.

These type of things are not meant for someone to feel,right?

I could reach out but i know i just cause a burden.

You would think i be use to being ignore or overlook.

It has happen all my life, but all it has done is broken me inside out.