Angst of my own...

When it comes to angst, many people don't even understand what it entails. This includes myself. But as I've learned, it has more to do with anger and depression than I thought it did.

Masquerade

In love with your words,

But you still

Have yet to remove

Your mask.

And yet I speak

To quickly.

Slandering my eyes

As I cut out the sun.

Buried beneath

This plastic.

Holes for my

Breathing, but I

Cannot filter out

My cunningness.

Elastic strapped

Behind your scalp.

And I feel mine as well.

Finally tearing off our defence,

The world throws a grenade.

---By Justin Beebe

That is one of my newer poems. So I hope it's ok. I tried a different style then I usually do, but it's still free verse. But I continure my journey to entertain you with my writing and my road to find myself.

Hobey-ho. Let's go.