We are told that our our voice matters in this world. it causes our mind to flutter and roam and create new ideas. things run through our minds and we are led to believe we can make something of ourselves. we can chase our dreams and fly into the crazy world. I pour my heart and soul into words when in the end the words don't mean a thing. They're ridiculed and picked at until the once beautiful meaning vanishes into thin air. Just a memory. A thought left naked with no more worth. any passion once put into it stripped away and it is thought to be okay. Every word I write down has a purpose. each word is placed in a certain way for a reason. every time it is ridiculed it is as if you are making fun of my existence. writing is an explosion of feelings and without it there would be no sanity in me.     i would be a broken confused person with a wandering mind of what ifs. what if. there are just so many clouding my mind and sometimes they just circle around with no way to get out. confused. what if is a question everyone has asked at one point or another and it can be said in a playful way or a deep thoughtful scary way. i'd like to say I'm just somewhere in between.. i have playful thoughts and scary ones. but everyone does. everyone has their dark side. it may not be visible but it's hidden deep inside every person. it's scary sometimes. it feels as though it can take control of you but then you somehow stop it. you feel your fingers slipping but find the strength deep down to pull yourself out. i believe that everyone has that strength in themselves. it may be hard to find at times but it's there. when it feels as though the darkness will take over just find the light. in all the darkness there will always be a trace of slight. it's right inside of you. it's your spirit and beauty. it's your bravery and inspiration. it's the people you love and the ones you look up to. there will always be someone. always.