Letter To My other Mind

I'm trying to be the best in the world
that I've been put in.

Friends who offer unconditional help,
who really care less, unless in
a real emergency.

Trying to hold on to a girl
who's already let go of life.

Offer people a piece of heaven,
but they would rather live in hell.

I tend to smile through the
pain of others.

I know I don't love, But I find
it hard to show hate.

How many are really thankful to live,
But remain deaf toward their fellow being?

Do you really listen?

I show you raw emotion, it's up to
you to polish with a convinced lie.

I remain true to my soul,
which talks to my heart,
which draws a picture to my mind.

This is my true elevation from the soul
upwards, I dare no deescalate from the
mind downwards.

"If the soul is clear, the heart remains pure,
If the mind is distorted, then the heart
becomes poison"

(An aNgRY HOrNet)