I got a few poems to share but my style is odd so yea


number I "the end"
As ideal's fall the truth becomes blind and the hands of be to crumble allowing dread, malice and envy to seize the heart of man and in their finale moments they look back upon themselves yet they seem blind to their own sins.

number II "behind the mask"
I wear a mask not a scary mask nor a funny mask I wear a blank mask and that is how many people view me even though the people that know me see me for who I am, others won't take the time to find out what is behind the mask because all they see is a emotionless mask that they rather replace with someone that can freely show emotion which in of it's self feels like another frozen needle piercing my heart because they didn't take the time to find the kind and smart soul behind the mask.