A Writing of a Wandering Mind.

[lostwithlove]

Disguised by imperfect; geniuses walk among us. Their tortured minds go unnoticed, while their screams are left unheard – prejudiced against by the societies who are partially to blame for their pain, they wander, and wonder.

The world fears them, because they hold more knowledge of the pain of life.

The empty words you voice; the fake smiles you force; the feelings you put on.

The charade.

Their eyes burn through your layers, to reveal the true you; even if you don't know who you truly are.

Like a sixth sense capable of detecting your fears, coupled with an unknown knowledge of questionable motive.

If you have ever been unfortunate enough to lose someone you loved – you may have had some insight of the lives these people endure.

And let us not be mistaken; these, dear reader, are the few benefits of suffering from depression.

 

Unstable, emotional, volatile and unpredictable. Life with the lows is unexpected, and coping with yourself is a tedious task.

To struggle with a hijacked mind can only resemble being at war with yourself.

The demons of tomorrow lay, unconquered. But today, you survived.

 

Logic is underestimated within the modern world.

Unnecessary clarity is far from wanted, and seldom enjoyed. Cursed with a gift: life is plagued by these oxymoron's.

The bitter-sweet state of clarity shrewd in mist.

 

Being so, mentally, close to death, you may say I'm still living.

I say, while bordering freedom, that I am merely existing.

[ShySoul]

Taking a stab at deciphering it. Someone's been hurt. Someone's bitter. Lets them see into the dark side of man. Can see things in people hadn't seen before, seen motives, intents, fears, dreams etc, that even the people may not see. And the person is relishing in that. Interesting.

 

While that ability is powerful, it can also be hurtful to ourselves. Don't want to linger on the dark side like that for too long, can lose sight of the light side of the force.