Picture in a Frame

You see a perfected image
Behind a flawed personality
You may think I’m matured enough
But I still think like a child
I don’t know how to grow
In the four corners of my small world
I hope that someday I may outgrow this cage that I live in
That I may be courageous enough
To show the world the real image of me
Without hesitation of what others may think or say
Without the doubt that I always carry within me

Conspire

I don’t know what’s wrong. But it seems all words conspire against action. I am saddened but I can’t decipher where it came from. 

Everything was being affected by a storm that is too far of reach. Where will I go from here. There seems no where else left for me.