rubix cube

so now that I have wasated my time, letting the tears pour from  my eyes, maybe I should do something that  is time well wasted, and let the words pour from my fingers. for we all know that my tears clearly are not worth anything, but that maybe in another life these writing, something I put emotion into, will be worth something much more. because this is where I can actually speak my mind, say what I'm really thinking, unlike everyone elses in this world, who hides what they are really thinking, or follows the general thought from everyone else mind. but maybe it would be nice for someone other than me to fall for once. because now that I have a security blanket there to catch me, to show me that it is okay to fall, and that I have fallen before, only to not get up, to disapoint. again. but I'm tired of dodging glares and glances, from those people  who know nothing about me, and unsuccessfully trying to figure me out.

[ for all i know , is that i'm like a maze , the walls continuely change }