Sometimes you never feel good enough.
That everyone hates you.
Is judging for the expression you wear,
Or the shoes on your feet,
The clothes on your body,
Your music taste and how well you can make friends.
I get that all the time.
Never feeling good enough defines my darkest thoughts.
The shadows that cling to the invisible mass of my very mind.
Will I ever be good enough?
Will my expression ever be pretty enough?
My shoes expensive enough?
My clothes hip enough?
The music and friends pop enough?
Then these thoughts clear sometimes.
Sometimes.

He gave me a choice, you know.
Have a will of my own, or follow Him into battle.
One bite. One bite to free us all.
Did I dare?
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes!
I dared to be intoxicated, be blamed for it all.
Bite, chew, swallow.
He gave me a choice.
And I dared to take the wrong path.

When your true soul mate is near,
The world becomes more beautiful,
The colours more vibrant,
And it seems that everything will be ok.

When your true soul mate strays afar,
The world becomes more ugly,
The colours more dull,
And it seems that everything will be different.

When your true soul mate has passed away,
The world becomes more depressing,
The colours more black and white,
And it seems that everything will be breaking.

When your true soul mate comes back to keep you company,
The world becomes more manageable,
The colours more tinted and full of life,
And it seems that everything will be alright once more.