Overcoming and Reaching Out

People don't know
just how to let go.
When you never know who you are,
But know what you could have been.
It all pours out, when I put paper to pen.
Ride it out to see the end.
Hands reached out, whose the real friend?
But there is another plan, in the palm of my hand.
But I'll be God damned, if I'll give it up.
Trade marked secrets,
minds never leaked this.
Never meeting any equals.
Not having any sequels, cause this is the end of the prequel.
Don't make me sneak who,
I wanna be.
Stop putting the obstacles in front of me.
Over coming hurdles,
while my blood it curdles.
Sometimes it boils, and yet I let it toil,
in the depths of me.
Just because of anger and new found pain.
As all these thoughts enter my brain,
I try and refrain,
to complain,
because it falls on deaf ears.
Yet, I love all my peers to tears.
So I leave you with my sincerest apology.
I don't know what has brought all this out of me?
In my mind's blind eye it's always a struggle,
when words and people float away, like a child's bubbles.