I wrote this poem a few days ago... DEEPER I am an empty case With my sour face The insecurity of my quiet home darkens the day And keeps me feeling alone To tear up the dirt They call my life The silent beat Of my drum inside No sadness here No rain clouds grow No faint whisper Of any love I know Peer through curtains To see the souls outside Then hide in the covers Of the comfortable bed inside A safe place for me A good place to live So I can watch the world... Pass me by. I write stuff that I dont understand until after a few days when I reread it and it makes complete sence... does that ever happen to you? I find discomfort in knowing that I do not know everything and I try to keep on living my life the way God wants me to so that later I will find answers.. my goal- is to be happy. my goal- is to live a quiet life my goal- is to keep myself open to the world, and not be a coward of life like in my poem. I am happy. I am quiet. I am brave. I am myself and proud to be that way.