I've been misled by the ugly reasonings inside me.
I'll sit and ponder on every last thought that betrays the reassurance of happiness, and sends every last piece away.
Because like a coward, I will flee.
But against the honest truth,
I'm betrayed, and led to believe that this mishapen creature will never reach beauty.
I am built like a lion,
but I cower like a fawn.
I desperately need the courage to pick myself and dust off the shady
lifeless persona I'm developing into.
Instead of progressing,
and into a heartless slump I'm left to the hunger of sadness.
My existence is becoming less important,
and rather than ignoring these hunger pains.
I feed it.
But don't mistake me when I say
I do not want to exist.
I do not wish to exist.
don't be afraid little one because,
this isn't where I end.
But I am nothing and no one until I can be fixed.
I'm not happy.
And it may not change for a long time,
because I don't know how to fix it.
I don't know what to do.
But I'm awake.
I'll find my happiness.