To think I’d seen the light.
When the light was within me.
To think blame would take the pain away,
remove everyone around me
My thoughts prompt a result unstoppable
I have fallen victim to my own cries.
A decade later, I am still swimming the same seas in hopes to make it to shore.
With dreams reoccurring to teach me
What is my lesson, and why does it seem illegible to read?
the same faces come to me while I am dancing on a melatonin high
I just want to be who I thought I would grow into being.
For now, there may be rhyme,
but no reason.