Poetry

I open up me heart, so you can feel me.
So you can hear me, read me and be a part of me.
My adrenaline rushes as i post me hearts scriptures,
To be compated to those of fellow soul critics.
My soul scriptures boxed and confined,
By the judges of our hearts value.
I struggle to give the most of myself,
with in the boundaries of my confinement.
As i edit, and cut my words away,
I read over my posting.
Soon i wonder whos words they are,
for they do not appear to be my own.
As i come to the realization that they
are indded my words, my heart dies.
Ive sacrificed my true self, and for what?
A bill of green? What greed!
I stuggle to look in the mirror,
It is some one different which peers back.
My heart has gone, i seek the return of my soul,
So judge me not, for only i can judge myself.