Perhaps When I’m In All Black I Feel Like A Monster. Untouched By Whatever May Happen To Me. My Mind Is Full Of Chaos, but Its Molded, and Channeled Into Creativeness. Am I Dark, Because I Speak With Such Short Sentences; Does My Stare Frighten Those Who Smile Constantly Or Am I Too Mysterious For Those Who Are Nosey.
Pardon My Strick Grammer. I Speak Like I’ve Been Educated Not Like I’m From The Sticks & Have Never Lefted; Not That I’m From The Sticks. I May Have Dark Thoughts, Because Those Things Fascinate Me.
What Do Those Dark Thoughts Have To Do With?
It Is The People Who Lied To Me “Friends|Family”?
It Is The People Who’ve Mistreated Me & Lied To Me
Or Is It Just My Nature. I Could Tell You My Story, but That Would Take A Few Mocha’s From Starbucks, and Days!