Finally, the day has come.
It feels as my soul has been trapped in over a decade, in this cage.
And now, finally Im free.
My body is lifted out of the prison I before called home.
I can finally look up at the moon and feel the sun behind the moon shining through, just to hit my face with warmth.
I feel so happy. Im not in the shadows, Im in the light.
The dark is gone. Forever I so hope.

And A new me is starting to wake up in this old body.
My eyes light up like sparkles, I neve rknew they would have in a so long time.

I feel my heart chiver as I look upon your smile.
Thanks for upon up my cage, and my heart.
To finally find me and my smile again.

When you are with people, but at the same time on the outside
When they talk like you are not there, still you are sitting infront of them.
When you try to talk, but everyone ignores you.
Im an outcast. I know Im isolated in my own mind.

It doesn't help that people keep me on the outside anyway...

One day I will show through the light. You will notice me, and I will be heard.
Maybe it's not today or tommorow. But the day will come.

And when the day arrives, you will be blown away by my thoughts and meanings. And wish you heard the first time I tried to share it.

I don't mean im better than anyone, but I don't mean that everyone is better than me... Im just different.

If you could choose to look down on the rain or up at the sun, at the same day. What would you choose?

Probably the sun. Or maybe the rain.
It all depends on how you are looking on things.
In a negative or positive way.

With positive thinking, you may bring positivity in your life.
Why not try it?

My body is floating on the ocean, and my foot is tied to a heavy box.
The heavy box is all my dark thoughts, and my depression.
It dragging me down, under the water.
I feel sometimes I get strangled by my own words.
I will not tell a living soul my darkest thougts. Because that is a sign of weakness.

So under the water I go. The box dragging me further and further down.
I can't breath.
I try to untie my self, but it's to hard.
Why do I have to have this box?
Why?
The people who know me says everyone have a box like that.
But they don't understand how it is to hate yourself so freaking much.

That your biggest enemy is yourself.
That this box is holding you down.
That you can't just untie the know and everything will just be fine.
And you can't say anything because then you will drown.

My body is a cage.
My spirit is a bird.
I want to come out, but my mind is stopping me.
Everytime I get close to unlock the cage, I loose the key...
ANd I have to start over one more time.... in the dark.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Can't you see that you are killing me.
Because of what I see.
I can't believe this is me.
I hate you mirror, to show that this is the actual me.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
You are killing me, with showing the monster I have become.

I look outside the ***** window on the bus.
Everything goes so fast, and so slowly at the same time.
So much to do all the time. To make the reality better.
But since we work every second, we never see the simplicity of treausrues in the everyday.

Like how elegance a leaf is dancing silent, or how the sun light touch the leafs and it looks like gold.

No, we don't see that. We only see all we have to do. Homeworks, get a job, get a better house, travel and all that.

But take a second and just breathe. You are still alive.