My Mind. My Heart. My Me.

Hm...Does this actually fall under poetry? ><

My Mind. My Heart. My Me.
My mind is an endless road. It leads only to a dead end.
There are many twists, and darker thoughts cause me to stray.
I try to find the one straight road. The right path.
Although I know this road is much longer, and harder to trek. It is what I seek.
But I find myself wandering, off any road. Lost without a care.
Kind words lay in the ditch, killed by those of hate.
My mind closes tighter. Don't let anyone in.
Harsh words are finding their way through the cracks, and I'm loosing feeling.
Growing cold.

My heart is a stain-glass window. The colos are unique, none like the other.
Reds for passion and love. Yellow for smiles and laughter.
Blue, the sadness and pain. Purple for all the sickness.
Green keeps a mellow shade, and Brown holds onto a sweet and warm expression.
White stands for the purity. While the black stands for the hate.
Why is it that the black gains all the attention? Why does no one look past that one color to see the rainbow? Is the black so easily seen?
The stain-glass is easily broken. Like silence, one word causes it to shatter. One touch, and it's bruised.
Why do you always touch? Why can't you just watch and marvel?

I am myself. Or, I am two people.
Though I'm not quite sure who 'myself' really is. Smiling and joking on the surface. Underneath my skin, there is a monster.
The monster absorbs all the hateful words, the nasty glances, the unheard critisism. It keeps these on hand, to remind me not to trust.
The stain-glass is beginning to crack. The walls are getting higher. The monster inside smiles.
Laughing to keep the tears at bay. Saying things with double meaning.
Help? Why bother someone else with this?
Waiting for a kinded word, but scared to ask.
My Mind. My Heart. My Me.

If it's something written with emotions, then it is poetry. It's kind of like paintings. It can look all weird and abstract, but it's still called a work of art.

I really like the uniqueness of this poem. You might think this is stupid, but I like how you colored each word according to it's appropriate color. This poem was just vibrand and full of emotions.