Prismatic Greys and Introverted Projections

In your hand is a little piece of my mind, stitched together within the confines of a fragile little book (that is at your mercy, I might add.) So please, be gentle with this representation of my thoughts; Ive been rough enough on my mind already. I would like to tell you more about myself, but I wont. I feel that giving you insight to my character may influence your interpretations on the words within. I understand that you may or may not perceive the world in the same way as I, and that is perfectly acceptable. I think. I also thought about organizing the poems into categories, like religion, abuse, pop culture, love, political, etcetera, but opted against. Again, I dont want to influence your perceptions on these works in any way. I like it when people think beyond the surface, in most cases. Why? The answer is simple: because if something dark and twisted is viewed in these poems, there is no one to blame but your dirty little self. (Or your bright and beautiful self, if youre one of them rainbows and sunshine types.) There is also no conscious decision to put these in any order. Perhaps on some level, I set a pattern, I just dont care to look. I have been told Im somewhat emotional by many people in my life, so Ill just stick to that theme. Well, enough from me, as I have said enough already; youre going to get enough of me within the pages insideor youve already had enough, if youre one of those who read IN a book before you read the back of one. (Which makes more sense to me, kind of.) Enjoy, or not. Im here.