I envy the stars, For they can go Billions of years Before forgetting how to shine And I could barely go ten. I was that age when, The lights behind my eyes And the lights all around me Seemed to go dim, Never again to mirror the sun.
when did we let the world dictate to us who we should be why did we decide it was normal to do what others are doing because we were born to stand out to be ourselves to be original to be free
i feel lost; no idea where i'm going alone in a crowd full of people hopeless; no bright future ahead scared of everything around me shattered; stuck together with glue consumed by the demons inside but still i find myself questioning how is it possible to feel all of these yet still feel nothing at all?