Family, not always blood.

The world has gone mad again,

nothing makes any sense.

Poked and prodded for answers 

about where I stand

though I can't even find the fence.

We are all so complex,

no two alike

and yet we are constantly bombarded

to conform to someone else's image

like disembodied heads on a pike.

When did we forget it is OK

to disagree and have opinions?

Instead we shout and scream,

adhere to party lines

like some mastermind's minions.

I want to love you and you love me

without any reservation.

But because we can't see 

eye to eye and toe to toe

what is left amounts to hesitation.

I will not give up this dream

and keep you near my heart.

With all our flaws, individuality,

disagreements, views, likes and dislikes,

I will cherish even painful parts.

Falling Apart

When my demons bid me dance
it is not with gentle laughter,
They hit me from every direction,
until I am bruised and battered.

It is always violent,
the constant back and forth.
My blood on these walls splattered,
East, West, South, North.

When the discordant tune begins
I hope it will not last long.
Though like an endless melody
it keeps a steady song.

Where I begin and where I end,
are a mystery I can barely see.
I want to scream and cry
and be left alone, just me.

Too many depend upon
my non existent strength.
To escape them all
I would go to many lengths.

But here I am a dervish,
whirling to devilish tunes
though all you see is a smile
and gently called " hope to see you soon."