Something I wrote when I was really emo.And I finally found it and thought it should be posted.
Thank you

There's times alone
I would sit and cry
Too many memories
And with no one I can confide
Put through pain
and dragged through hell,
Am I running in circles?
No one can tell
My tears hold age
And my heart is full of youth
Sometimes I sit and wonder
What could be the truth.
I dream of freedom
But wake in my own fate
My life is like a crystal vase
So delicate and frail
I scream into the stars
But no answer returns
To be like the wind
Is what my soul yearns
On the outside
My skin seems so young
But the wrinkles of my age
Have already begun
And if you look closer
past the sparkling eyes,
You will see someone
who sits alone and cries.
So tell me now-
Does age mean you are young or old,
Could it determine
If your heart is warm or cold?
Look past it and think
we are a little of both inside
But it seems we are scared
So all we do is hide
Is an old man really old
or a child really young?
Our trials of age
Have only begun.

Very nice, Very deep.  You are very talented.  Keep writing and posting as much as possible!

thanks MAP
I try.

Very touching words and nicely put together.

Yes, you should make this a habit.

Denis

thank you Mr.Denis ^_______^