the end result...

Its like u put a kinfe thru my chest and cut my heart to pieces. fragments of who I was, who I am, and who i am to be, and to be honest the one even scared me. Cause to see the rage in my eye like I'm looking in a mirror before it even happens makes things even clearer. I see wut i've not done and what the result could be, I see wut u did and lookwuts become of me. I try hard to stopd then rage encaging the monster in side of me, but you keeppushing and pissing me off so its now taking over me. I see coluds of gray and my eyes water with pain and i grit my teeth as if i coudlnt substain. I walk on the road not taken and less traveled by, but feel like your laughing and point at me as i try. to make it to the spot or place i want to go, i feel like that other side of me continues to grow. But growing up has taught me a lot, and the pain inside of me ceases to stop. Although I cant blame anyone for the things I see in the man in the mirror when hes looking back at me, I can olny say u did wut you did but do u now see the results of me....