The Life of Sweet a series of poems 

                                           

                       I look at myself and see another face.

                       I touch my hands and I feel another person.

                       I feel myself being another person when I'm with you.

                       I talk to myself to fill the void of being alone with the monsters.

                       I smell my fragrant burns my skin and boil my blood cause thats all I want.

                       I cry and thats only because I'm a prisoner in my mind and I'm sentenced to life.