I am walking along a road.
The destination is important to me, but I have no idea where it lies. There are many avenues I could take to get there. Every now and again I come across a fork in the road, some of them seem very important to my journey, but all I can do is choose one and keep moving.
Once or twice I have retraced my steps to find another path. This is time consuming, but all in all, I think it makes the journey a better experience and I am more prepared for the second path in this way.
The annoying part is that each new bend in the road makes the next stage in this road very difficult to predict.
After twenty-one years of walk
Drowning in a sea of voices, how can one rise above?
The mind grows deaf with the sound of screams, how can one hope to hear?
*a hand appears above the voices*
"Take me, and I shall grant you freedom."
You shake your head and sink back down.
"It would be naught but a temporary solution, before the swell of voices rises once more to claim me."
*the hand closes and pulls away*
"Then for now I can offer you no sollace, but each day I shall return and each day my hand shall extend once more."
The voices rise again, the maelstrom captures you once more and you are dragged below.
Drowning in a sea of voices, how can one rise above?
The mi
Am I really that much of a failure?
Is that really how badly people think of me?
What if the darkness is meant to feel like this?
What if I am supposed to turn everybody away?
Or is it just that I am failing?
The shadows close in
The darkness joins me
My soul becomes clouded
My mind becomes addled
The hatred is consuming and taking over
But is it hatred of them or hatred of myself?
Whose fault is it?
Why can't I stop it?
Will there ever be a way to escape?
Shall I just leave my sense of self behind?
Do I even have a sense of self?
The ones that hate me release me
The ones that pretend to care ensnare me
The ones that know me
The Sun rises, I set.
I set because I cannot compare with the Sun.
How is it ever possible to compare to that which has been around forever and holds so much importance?
Sometimes, could I not shine brighter than the Sun?
This Sun who dares to steal the affection from me?
Without this affection, can I survive?
My survival should be seen as important.
For me, it seems this is not the case.
I wither, I fall, I am trampled underfoot.
All so that you can be closer to the Sun.
I may rise again, to take another rejection.
To be cast down beneath the Earth and into the darkness once more, my face shunned for not being as beautiful as th