Silhouette

Recovering, but......

Who is playing with my soul?
I thought i was dead
But who is is taking me out from my sleep?
First no existence
Then the spirit of a small child was taken
And all of a sudden a humanoid silhouette
The spirit looked baffled
Looking all around and searching for the meaning
Another spirit was taken and joined the first
It was of an old lady
But Not alone the two spirits were mixed
The ladies amazement was equal to the child
When you look to that silhouette
You see alternation between them
One moment the child is crying
Another you see the lady disoriented
A third spirit was added a rapist
Evil dripping from him even in the after life
And another, it was a fallen soldier
Roaring each time he came to view
And another a lady in red
And another, and another, and another ...
The mix was diabolic, but the spirits weren't
The alternating souls was like a window to hell
All of a sudden the silhouette was sent back to earth
And everyday I wake up with a face
Every moment another soul
This why I'm The ToubledSoul

Romatic Males

Please don't judge me.
Believe me it's harder to admit you were wrong again,
Than being wrong.

What are Romantic Males?
Well we are just a small faction
Just a few boys trying to be men
How do you distinguish us?
Well simple:
I saw you vulnerable
I exposed my weaknesses
So you may know that even men do cry
I saw you broken
I showed you my wounds
So you may know that you are normal
I saw you sporty
I laughed and giggled
So you may know that people like you that way
Great romantic story right?
Wait, look closely?
Ask yourself, and you did what?
You dumped me saying
You are weak
You have issues
You are not serious enough
OMG you did it again
You broke me, again
And left me worse than before
Don't tell me you'll heal
That's the worst urban lie I ever heard
Things are not getting better
Everyday is worst than the day before
I am afraid of the day of the breaking point
I just want to grow up forget everything about love
Just become another MAN god damn it
This is not a love poem
This is not a love mantra
It's just anger on a paper