I decided to write all twelve of my poems down for you to see...

Harm
With passion you call,
But with knowledge you pass.
With bravery you fight,
But with hope you run.
With desperation you accept,
But with fear you decline...
Where is the line in which we draw for ourselves;
Where is the place we stop to see.
Where do we look at the harm we have caused?

Words
With fists they say we fight,
But with words is how I see it.
Because words hurt just as much, if not more;
Because words compel one to change...
Fists just cause pain.
People say 'grow up it's just a few harmless words...'
But I do not believe so...
Because yes; words do hurt.

Faith
Some think that they know best.
I make no assumptions as I do not have such faith in myself to decide my own fate;
Let alone others.
Some say they could think for their best friend.
I don't believe myself worthy as my faith for myself is but a whisper on wind.
So why do you;
my friend, believe you can do so many jags for others when you, yourself are not stable in the slightest.
Not At All.

Mind
They say they know... But do they really?
They feel their dreams... But not in real life.
They know how it feels to lose... but not what I've lost;
Because those who have aren't allowed to speak... their trapped in cages of subtle lies make them feel better about their lives.
Because what I've lost is highly unimaginable to those who think with it...
Because what I've lost is what others rely on to imagine all together, so,
I believe with less subtlety that this is what the others fear.
This is all there ever is and ever will be...
This, is the mind.

Freak
Because I can remember decades that have past.
I'm a freak let me be!
I remember you painting the largest star furthest to the moon.
I'm a freak let me be!
Because I can't imagine what it would be like not to imagine.
I'm a freak let me be!
But you won't ever be satisfied, knowing I'm dead inside.
Knowing I want to see where my dreams will take me.
I'm a freak let me be!

Glory
The shadows is where I live,
For your great glory is large.
My dreams fall on whispering winds,
For your great glory is large.
The crows' deathly calls come to me,
For your great glory is large.
Our hopes die and fall to the ground,
For your great glory is large.
But where is our great glory?

Shadows
Because this is where I live,
You discriminate me.
Because this is where I fall,
You discriminate me.
Because this is where people get lost,
You discriminate me.
Because people can't see through it,
You discriminate it.
But why is it that I cannot discriminate you for the light where people get hurt more often.
I live in the shadows.

Dreams
My dreams lie broken and shattered;
Because of your words.
But I go along with it hoping that one day I'll be free.
My dreams fall on deaf ears, because your words are yelled.
But one day I shall forever be free.

Suffer
The see us lie, but yet they smile.
They see us in pain, but yet they stand by.
They see us suffer and cover it up.
Because they are us and we are them.
Don't let them suffer.

Line
To see my misery allows them to smile,
To see my pain causes them to laugh.
But to see them hurt causes me to feel for them,
To see their misery makes me want to help them,
No such avail for those who laugh and smile.
Where I seek a line to draw,
They seek an eraser to rub out.
Where do they stop?
When we're on the ground bleeding in a crumpled mess.
Why is this line so far away?
Why is their stopping point so close to the end point?

Green
You say green is for envy, or greed...
I say it is for curiosity, imagination and creation...
For endless possibilities...
But you say it is for envy or greed; I think you see such things because 'Green' is all around you.
In the people you pass, in the things you do.
Has evil corrupted such curious, imaginative creation?- to the point of no such return in pure?
Because what I see as Green you see as pink, yellow or maybe orange...
And what you see as those; I see as Green.

Anxiety
We wish so much,
We wish to fight back, to stand up, to speak without fear.
And we do... in our minds, but we don't outwardly.
We hope so much,
We hope to be normal, to speak and stand and fight.
And we act... we don't actually do anything as fear takes over on a minuscule outburst in the back of our minds that grows,
Trapping us in our own bodies and minds.