An Apology Letter to my Mind I’m Sorry I didn’t clean the room upstairs Where you stored my stories Now that cobwebs invaded the space, the ending is misplaced I forgot about you I hate to blame other but It was because of the people around I tried to say something but I couldn’t make a sound I got you drunk on an idea, a memory About a fleeting felicity that even an astronaut couldn’t reach I wasn’t there in the night when you sobered up I’m sorry For everything I’ve said to you For everything I didn’t say to you For the unkind whispers I chose to hear While ignoring the shouts of compliments About that summer I turned to ice Frozen and unkempt, denied your existence And shunned your pleas I didn’t let you inside during the storm You were drowning in the dagger like rain drops While I hid under the semi-warmth of a new blanket With a foreign smell, a blanket that has not yet accepted my scent However, What I’m really sorry for is Writing this letter to you Now

Monsters What happens when you become the monster What will you tell your child later They don't hide inside the closets Or under beds They're hiding inside of you Somewhere inside You chose to turn your lights off You didn't turn on your signal And turned right on read You started this story And when you weren't sure how to end it You dived head first into 'I don't know' Now what Now what will you tell your kids What will you tell yourself You're causing a storm inside of another Yet you're choosing to remain Emotionless Selfish Inconsiderate They should have locked you Away when they had the chance Those monsters aren't real But you are

Green Tea Commonly known things Are often discussed Like falling in love Or buying coffee Different cups filled with Different fragrances Colored with dances Rinsed with history Some like their coffee dark And bitter With a hint of kindness Some Like it clean and bright With too much sugar However these days I Myself Tend to prefer Green tea

The Way Day 7 Oh the things I've seen Inside my own soul That I refuse to reveal At any cost The colorful things The imaginative things The things I want to keep to myself I wanna hide my true self From the world That doesn't know how nourish it Rather than watering my secrets They'll rip them out of their roots And start selling them for cheap They'll misuse my ideas And laugh at my worries They'll embarrass my dreams And shame my stories Pick me out of a line up And say I'm the criminal Attach a name to me And have me wait for dismissal They'll have me raise my hand To plead for my land Then mock my inability To be more assertive When I scream They'll dance me into silence Coarse me into learning Their way But they won't call it obedience To them That's just the way Things Are #beginningline

Day6 Day 6 It was cold today Not many thojghts entered my head This is my half-assed way To keep my count going Enjoy