Backed up into a brick wall without a way to escape,
With pictures that need to be hung, but I neither’m unequipped without nails nor scotch tape.
Ecstasy being is the main blame of *******,
And yet and still I am what I cannot face.

Swinging at the air searching for a fight to prove nothing,
I have disowned the fact that I am truly worth something.
Sitting in the dark with candles lit,
Only because this is less money spent.
But who cares as I try to comprehend and analyze, is this it?
Working for money and dying for responsibilities when I don’t even pay rent.

Crying over a broken heart when I loved no one,
As I sit and analyze how my life of misery begun.
Walking on the pavement without shoes,
Longing and aching to define the word blues.
A life of feeling confused,
Trying to understand why is it mandatory for one to become two.

Because I cannot face reasons of vagueness!

So as I walk the path of my journey discovering the true me,
As I open my once blind eyes so that I can finally see.
As I embrace reality,
And fall in love with the new me.