By: Shimegami
I wonder how I can be tolerated so often.
I hear constant cries of help within myself.
I see a dark aura engulfing my surroundings.
I want so much to be honestly content with myself.
I am confident yet very confused.
I pretend to be strong and solid as a rock.
I feel awkwardly comfortable playing out my life as this undeniable lie.
I touch my unforgettable scars, so painful, so deep and so cold.
I worry that these scars will never fade and condemn me to a prison of loneliness.
I cry agonizing, bloody tears that burn as they slowly fall, as if torturing my very soul.
I am confident yet very confused.
I understand that my undeserving life shall never change it's course.
I say pain is the master, but suffering mustn't have to obey.
I dream to be successful without too much aid.
I try very hard to please all the ones I adore.
I hope some day my efforts would at least be acknowledged.
I am confident yet very confused.
