More blank than a white sheet of paper.

My mind is my canvas which is invisible to the world. I don't know if this is ironic or cliche.

A thousand questions unanswered.

What's thought behind those eyes? How many people are actually remembered?

Don't let your mind go to waste like I've let mind.

Your in control, people listen to you. Make the best of it.

Bad night, Sleep loosely.

I doubt anyone will ever even look at this. Either way, it'll be nice to have an opinion out there. Or have my mind taken from me and thrown across the floor.

Hearing the words from your mind will strengthen me. You're not alone, I know how you feel along with millions of others. I'm not special and I don't stand out. The lack of comments and the fake faces. I know that you've given into the labels some. Enough at least. I still have some respect for you. Gained and lost.

My heart is beginning to blacken. I must refrain from becoming one of them. They have already influenced me some, but not enough to crush my spirit. My imagination. I'll never be rid of wishful thinking, but soon I will be rid of this place. Hopefully, before I am gone.

So I've failed again but this time its who whose driven me to the edge. Your reminders have lost their influence on me. The threats you use are just words. I've stopped listening from your lack of action. This time, I'm taking the first step and leaving you behind. I won't look back so keep the photographs. That's all you'll have left of me.