Misery(My inner me) Poem

                          Misery teasing my soul pulling me up down and every
   wich way . My gray scale in my inner mind fuzzy but untold misty but bold.
                      I have such fustration my head aches with the intensive surge of
    thoughts in my head.
                         Passages moment's in time lost to me forever as we can not rewind
    what used to be.
                         I want to screem , Cry out the way i feel . I want to hold it tight and
     deny it ever was. 
                         Misery still teasing my soul now launching me into an unsure reality
      of me.         
                          One piece of me from yesterday, One piece of me from today.
                         Can the pieces of me mesh back together yet . To create a whole me
    this being the question yet to be met.
                        
                           My atempt to find color in my imagination of these days is foreign
     to the small consept of what is me.
                          My gray scale is intense overpowering me to crush my mind my inner
     me i can no longer see.

                           My misery teasing my soul pulling me up down and every
     wich way.      My gray scale surfaces again anew. Color has no atribute.