100

Bigger than I can be, swallowing unheard screams.
A person suffacating on selfs wants and dreams.
No one appears to 100, falling short a few percentages.
Why is it I'm expected to be unhuman with defencelessness.
All or nothing for I know what I have and my capabilities.
Watching everyone around me get lost in currupt abilities.
Its never about me for I can not ask of an others will.
The lack of interest is weakening my very own skills.
Losing movement in the hearts comforting determination.
I feel I'm lost inside myself unable to understand domination.
Actions reflecting true form of character as words cut deep.
I see the meaning with the abscense of me being me.
Does anyone put someone else before their own pleasures?
I can not comprehend why some things they will never.
Is it one just is not good enough to give without asking?
How is it the good is me is turning around and not reacting?
Shutting down of all things as if I do not matter.
It is everyone elses way for what I like would not rather?
I am backed into the corner of my mind hiding from emotions.
Words are ignored like the clearity confuses devotion.
People in general all as one are all the same, I know this now.
There is not a single soul around me that will bend a frawn.
Not for my sake and it shows with great disreguard.
My back does not face the mirror that watches me do my part.
Lines uncroosed for I am nothing to anyones happiness.
My heart feels I am alone on the facts of 100 and restless.
Maybe I should give what has and is being given.
But it only makes for a lifetime of shortened satisfaction in liven.

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