A Blind Vision

They can't comprehend, or even come close to understanding him. I guess if I was boring they would love me more, guess if I were simple in the mind, everything would be fine.
The ones that make it complicated never get congratulated.

Half the glass
Never full
It cracks while I push
You are to pull.
I can't see my wants
A blind vision
A guess
A need?
A want.
No control
While your soul
Sits with content
For I am the hearted
Vent.
Maybe I am an act
Though
Maybe this is a play
So
Truely, I don't know.
I don't know you
He
Her
Me.
We?
Community or society?
Wrong or right?
What am I fighting for?
Confusion or delusion
Explosion or corrosion.
I am too far gone
To understand the
Divinity of myself
Either way, for her
For him, for me, for we,
To be a decoy
I am destroyed.
Haunted.
Ghosts and illusions
Monsters and intrusions
Are masked as baffling thoughts
A crowd in my head
Sets flare to the fact
That I can't own a
Morally conscious soul.
The acceptions are exceptions
The yes's are complete rejections
A game, a play
I can't follow
I feel I am running to
Connect with hollow
Demons running from
Me.
Life has deserted me
Of energy.
I wish so much to be simple
Maybe enemies would ignore
Therefore life would be
A breeze, maybe a bore
But a wind that twirls
My fate, causes me to smile
No reason to be scared
All is worth the while.
But my life
Is complex, my heart
A treasure chest
With no shiny gold
Nothing worthy to hold.
My mind is a question
An overflow of
Confusion
I can't rise above
To witness simplicity
And nothing is right
But I won't fight
For a better finality.
My vitality wears thin
My vision is black
While everybody grins
I turn my back.
Sleep is witheld within
So like sins I am
Condemned
Dreams are nothing
For a wait.
So I sit on the cloud
Like pure dead weight
And wait to awaken
Wait for morning
To a no new worth
To a no new birth
All opportunities shot
By those who do not
Know me but don't
Want me.
I can't stand for this.
I won't live with this.
But of course
As I feel without a voice
I have no other choice.
So as the world goes on
As everybody else
Moves along
Time is put to a stop
Where nobody
Is to talk
Because the clock
Refuses to tick
The puzzle pieces wont fit
I can't click, connect
With what death constantly
Forces me to protect.

My life? It's ever dry
But I am too scared to die.