Self Appointed Berakdown Poem by Ariel Morris

Love and hate filling my head, when will it all end?
Love and Faith filling my grave, how full will it get?
these things running through my head.
Dealing with it has gotten to bo too much.
Am I falling from my personalized grace?
Closing in all around me, can I survive?
confinments, restraints and demands on me prove to be too much.
when will I reach my breaking point?
My self appointed breakdown?
An angels face cracks and her is sole set free, why not me?
when will it be my turn?
To explode, to expand, to be set free?
flowers bloom, you on your broom.
My coffin made, my pelloe laid.
Moons smile because I fall.
Mountians dance because I can't.
Love and hate filling my head, when will it end?
Love and faith filling my grave, when will it fill?
Am I falling?
Am I calling?
Am I sad?
Am I glad?
Am I hateful?
Am I Grateful?
These things mean so little to me, how will I ever know what is relevant?
Love and hate filling my head, when will it end?
Love and faith filling my grave, how full will it get?