Heed the liars.
Beware of secrets.
Heed the false ones.
Beware of illusions.
How can I discern what's right?
Should I run from the dark or surrender?
Perhaps there's hidden magic within?
Confrontation is necessary.
Yet, I'm scared of being burnt by the light.
I don't want to expose the scars.
I weigh the options for eons.
I'm at war with myself.
Struggling to find truth.
Drowning in a black and white sea.
Only I can save myself.

A Phoenix that shouldn't be caged yet is tied down with strings.
Only time will tell if it can be free to spread its wings.
The freedom of flying isn't attainable without sacrifices.
The journey seeking for another has come to an end.
The feathers one by one begin to fall, heart bleeding and its soul fading.
Without attention, acceptance or love, it withers away
in a fiery and phenomenal bittersweet extinction.

I just wish that I could be understood. Just because I can't hear, people automatically write me off as a human being, someone less than them, someone that could never be an equal, dumb, flawed, broken. because of something entirely out of my control, I can't be included. As much as I try to control things, I can't control this. Things are one sided, I make the effort to communicate but others don't want to take the challenge, waste their time or don't even want to bother. Perhaps they are afraid. I become afraid too when I encounter this time and time again. This recurrent cycle almost makes me lose my identity and want to give up hope. I don't give up though I grow weary. I count my losses of what could have been and forge on. It makes me sad to see a possible flourishing friendship, of what could be, only to have it dashed or doomed from the start. It's very difficult to be left out, to experience only a fraction of the world and I know what I'm missing out on. Should I mourn it or try to keep swimming in the abyss of it all? I struggle to find another way, a loophole or have a tiny glimpse of a world I know I can never fully be a part of. On the outside looking in. I will always give people a chance, a chance to prove me wrong and a chance to be a friend. I can see, I can feel, I can sympathize and I bleed. I can laugh, I can cry, I can love. Often times though, I'm seldom ever given a small chance just because I can't hear. That really hurts me because then what do I do?

City lights and circus clowns.
Pretend to be up when we're down.
Round and round, we go through this town.
Run until the sun rises and we burn this town into the ground.
With the ashes, we can begin anew and leave those memories behind.

Look past the smokescreen, foray through the challenges of the labyrinth and  descend into the infinite abyss of my arcane mind. If we survive the journey, maybe, just maybe, my armour will disappear. What lies beneath, a monster or a tragic fragility?  Can we just escape, burn bridges and never return?